I keep going back as if I'm looking for something I have lost. Back to the motherland, sisterland, fatherland. Back to the beacon, the breast, the smell and taste of the breeze, and the singing of the rain.
Heather NovaIt's not that I'm broken, and it isn't that I bleed. But when you pulled the stars from the heavens, it got so hard to see.
Heather Nova