domingo, 13 de novembro de 2016

I craddle myself in
shadows that
Embrace silence
They're  feed on pain and
despair

They corner me
create tentacles
That pull us away

They are fallen and rotting leaves
That blackens the soul
Erect obstacles of insecurity
That dominate us

I want to run from them
And abandon myself into the pleasure of discovery
I want to be the water that runs
I wanna feel the warmth of the sun
I want to sail in the wind
And board without moorings

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