I wish I could believe in something bigger; more than these trees, these winds, these oceans. I wish I could believe what they tell me. I saw, I saw, I saw my father pack his bags and leave. We made our goodbyes and now he is settled down in city, where he doesn’t have to be himself. He used to play an untuned guitar while he sang about me, and he sang about the stars; I used to dream about another time. But now it’s all clear… that’s the only time I wish would come back.
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