Always remember your softness.
Always remember to wrap your gifts
and hand them to the world, carefully.
For, my dear, my darling
you.
Only you
can paint the world
the colour of your dreams.
Go on, sweet bloggy friends.
Catch your butterfly.
xx Brooke
Darling is the dream of waking up beside you,
knowing the world is perfectly still
for one single breath of mine.
And when sleep comes once more, meet me in the sky between us;
hold me by that darling river of ours,
until the sunrise brings you back to my day.
Darling.
Darling is the dream of you.
Darling is the everlasting dream
of you.
This is the Darling Tree.
Isn’t it lovely?
And oh-my-GOODNESS.
I have an idea!
Why don’t we climb it? Together.
Just like we did when we were pipsqueaks.
Just like we did before we painted our serious faces on.
Don’t you remember it? That freedom?
Climbing to the top of the world without a care.
Gasping when we lost our footing; cackling on the ground, relieved to be still in one piece.
Surely you remember it.
We were superheroes, you and me. Chasing the bad guy to the highest branch.
We can do that again.
We can. We just have to decide it.
Climb a tree, you say. But why? Why would we do such a thing?
Who knows. Who cares! Let’s just climb.
Just so we can go home and make rings around the bathtub again.
Just so that we can say those two simple words again: Why not.
Why not.
Don’t they sound like a river running wild? Don’t they sound…
Free?
Yes. They do. So come on! Let’s fling on our capes and fly.
Up to the rooftops of the Darling Tree.
Oh. And don’t worry. I’ll pack supplies.
We could be gone a while. xx
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