somewhere, someday

I hope you'll be one of the brightest stars where the wind rises and that every time I call you, you'll hold me warmly. You may need to walk through the middle of the sea, but you’d put your soul through mine in the midst of it all, for I am one of your lost children. Forgotten by her angel the day after forever.

Blindsided by a feeling that I've never known—how do you deal with that? How do I cope with the things I can’t find? How do I live through a life that’s telling me I don’t belong? If a flower wanted to bloom so badly, shouldn’t you bestow it on her? It felt like time was passing like a hand waving from a train I wanted to be on.

This soul of a convict awaits a dream that is as sweet as a peaceful life, asking when it's going to be my turn.