Stationary by Nicole Carpenter

Jun 2014

I inhale just enough to fill my lungs to the point
where they just might
“pop” but part of me hopes they do.
the hardest part of staying here
is not knowing where I belong afterwards.

#love #home #death #breathe #craving #travel

Written by

Nicole Carpenter New York

(New York)

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