if the depth of my
soul would be my only map
directing me in this life,
I would be like an eagle -
frustratingly desperate to
have the ability
and freedom
to fly
between
mountains
and
forests
and
seas
no destination
no expectations
no looking back
just the little body
and
enormous wings
collaborating
almost mechanically
with my
impulsive mind.
Jan 12, 2019
Jan 12, 2019 at 6:15 PM UTC
if the depth of my
soul would be my only map
directing me in this life,
I would be like an eagle -
frustratingly desperate to
have the ability
and freedom
to fly
between
mountains
and
forests
and
seas
no destination
no expectations
no looking back
just the little body
and
enormous wings
collaborating
almost mechanically
with my
impulsive mind.
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