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We think it's in the protection: above, the vast canopy called Sky; then we want freedom when pervasive is intrusive and seek shelter Searching, we expend lives. Rain finds a way in, we run seeking new. We think this is unique, then neither vast not endless, but blobs floating in space: it is in the beauty of illusion; then disbelieve, hopping bruised on. Neither in protection nor in freedom nor in anything other; Under the canopy again, up on a hill, until buried deep somewhere in us, we see, it was there, all along, and we grow up.
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
Growing up | The Hermit
We think it's in the protection: above, the vast canopy called Sky; then we want freedom when pervasive is intrusive and seek shelter Searching, we expend lives. Rain finds a way in, we run seeking new. We think this is unique, then neither vast not endless, but blobs floating in space: it is in the beauty of illusion; then disbelieve, hopping bruised on. Neither in protection nor in freedom nor in anything other; Under the canopy again, up on a hill, until buried deep somewhere in us, we see, it was there, all along, and we grow up.
Next up in the #Hermit series, this one is about finding Love, and growing up - and yes, that's Love with a capital L, finding which alone makes us grow... .
#love#blue#sky#shelter#hermit
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Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 1:05 PM UTC
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