It takes a sea of every green fields to let me know that I’m home again. I feel so far removed from moments that healed me that I forgot how to be graceful. I smile and strangers to feel like a good person- but what makes a person good? Where does your heart go when you die? If hope mine would rise like the sky and rest peacefully. None of the warning signs put me at ease for finality. It ripped through me like a broken mirror and I can’t see anything clearly. Your heart won’t mend itself, but it’ll try. And I hope you give it the chance. I hope you find the shattered pieces and make something beautiful from it. I hope those evergreen fields bloom for you. -AMT ©️