intrepid-love...

I fell in love with this place in my dreams. it wasn't really the place though; it was the way it made me feel to stand there, entwined in the branches of that sad, weeping willow. I felt it. I understood the sorrow. it was weeping to be beautiful. it was sad because being sad isn't easy. being sad is admirable. being sad is poetic. being sad is human. and in that moment, I felt like I was a part of something bigger than myself. I felt trusted and important. that tree needed me. the peace I felt is what I fell in love with. I fell in love with a place in my dreams. it wasn't really the place though; it was the way it made me feel.