|| A Place Without Names ||

 Let us run away—

from watchful eyes,

from the weight of borrowed rules,

from the quiet noise of a world

that forgets how to feel.

Let me be free.

No—

let us be free,

held inside a bubble of love

where the sky is bluer than the ocean ever learned to be,

and the wind knows our names,

touching our skin with patient, tender hands.

My love,

let me carry you

into a love that is gentle,

kind,

soft enough to heal

the places the world never saw.

We will lie in tall, forgiving grass

and let eternity pass slowly above us,

where horses are friends,

and flowers become my jewels—

woven into hair,

into laughter,

into moments that don’t ask to be remembered

because they never wish to leave.

Here, everything feels.

Here, our souls are wild

without ever being lost.

And in those moments

when you are free to run—

when the horizon opens

and nothing holds you back—

you still choose me.

Butterflies rest in my hair,

flowers bloom at my feet,

and nature gathers us gently,

circling our love in its quiet embrace.

I have already taken you there.

Live now—

happy,

feeling,

wild.

In this safe, endless space,

we always choose one another. 

#MoonShines✨