island.whispers

time is out of joint. I am on an island right now.

I sing like a siren/ but I don't think you hear me

I know dreams are for dreamers and dreamers often lie.

I had a dream last night in which I am drying flowers in an old house by the seaside and I sunk my heart to the bottom of the sea because love grows on the moon and the moon always changes.

I have a feeling in me all the time that tells me to run away.

I dream of seashores and treehouses or a cottage where I would grow my own vegetables and the fragrance of lavender would fill the air.

then I think, if I had got there, I would still get the urge to be somewhere else, a different view from the window, different people to talk to.

some are nomads and we carry this feeling, no matter how far we go.