inspired adventurer
in order for a seed to grow, it must first burst its shell of limitations.
Sunday, January 25, 2009
Wanting
Deep ache.
I close my eyes.
Pink.
Peace.
Chest vibrating.
Airless.
Is it just a feeling?
I’m holding my breathe.
For something real.
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