...there is a field in my old town...

... "I don't want only four days to come back to" cries my heart and I hold her closely... It's hard to keep her in my chest these days...  with all my totems, with all my open body, with all my stories I keep walking. Shoes filled with blood give me comfort... I can still bleed.
On the first day of the Moon I pick myself up, gather all my hair, put all my stones in my pockets, take first steps... cry a little, bandage my feet up, steps... a few more... then take of my shoes, pour all the rivers out and leave them be.
- Feet, meet the Ground. You have to become friends.
With a warm earthy smell, the Ground welcomes me, and I walk her paths, with no shoes and no rings protecting my soul... I keep the eyes hidden for my unicorns, so they wouldn't see... how seamlessly a girl becomes a woman..., how strongly attached I was to my cradle, as if I had to brake my fingers to let go, the unicorns tremble... Now fully grown, just out of the the sashes, with suns and moons in my hair, I stand and at this moment and ask for nothing more than the path for my feet... and butterflies...

the Moon~

... I cradle myself in an imaginary ship on waters... my ship is full of animals and birds... they're filled with light and softness. Inside that softness I hide all my childhood fairy tales and songs I don't remember words to. Inside those words, that I don't remember- only the Moon... only the Moon with all her canyons and dry rivers, with all her silver and all her might, only the Moon with her many dresses and my hands upon her. Like a dearest friend I hold her closely... she sings in whisper. Her song overwhelms my finger tips, my wrists, my elbows, shoulders, lips and heart... sits there for a moment... waiting. Waiting for a little girl, with laughter of a thousand sparrows, a maiden with hair of silk and gold, a mother of many and a Grandmother with eyes of wisdom... They meet in one place to say their prayers and wishes for the ones to come..., the ones who will be cradled in an imaginary ship on waters, full of animals and birds, who are filled with light and softness...