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It's funny. I find myself running, unable to breathe. The pain in my feet told me to keep on going, Even though my turning stomach disagreed. I felt like I swallowed the whole ocean
Sparkling eyes and tender flesh are shielded from the world in a tight hug. A photograph captures my father’s love.
To look within a frame of what may be is to look at the twilight and marvel for what lies beyond an infinity. Can you claim to fathom, anything more
Dear Poet: I watch you tip your head back to face the breeze, I watch you devour pieces of peaches with no concern for pretense.
Fear, something everything is born with It can’t be washed away or forgotten Whether it be a child’s fear of monsters in the dark
In the finite plane of a lifetime; Catching dreams and atoms in a jar A unique rainbow ship to learn to steer Through tossing waves of pathways near and far The masquerade of time my biggest fear
What if I were 6 inches tall? What if there was no shopping mall? What if computers were nowhere to be seen? All over the world, there’d be scores of bored teens.
To neither understand nor be understood. To know, but not know everything. To live, but not live in a complete state. To be a part of something, but be separate. All of this, all at once, Every single day.