it isn't until a page is polluted by words and pictures that it is found captivating and inspiring
yet when i find an empty yet infinite sky resting overhead i cant help but marvel and feel joy wash against the walls of my heart
like a storm cleansing me of all that doesnt belong
and when its done, the clouds will fade away and i too will be much like the beautiful sky that i have such a love for
May 31, 2015
May 31, 2015 at 8:43 PM UTC
it isn't until a page is polluted by words and pictures that it is found captivating and inspiring
yet when i find an empty yet infinite sky resting overhead i cant help but marvel and feel joy wash against the walls of my heart
like a storm cleansing me of all that doesnt belong
and when its done, the clouds will fade away and i too will be much like the beautiful sky that i have such a love for
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