Ink Stained Soul…

Today, I didn’t feel strong. Tears came to me while I was driving in the car and on the field. Be gentle with myself – a silent reminder that I must listen to my heart. My legs felt shaky. I let the music take over, and time slipped by. Lying on the grass, I rolled over and smelled it. You. I think of you. The smell of grass, the field, the music that shuffled – the voice that always gives me the push I need. I didn’t feel strong, and somehow being fragile felt more honest.