I was running,
I wated the wings of the wind to come on me.
But, not to lift me,
Instead give the push I needed to break.
Not to break in or to break out,
just to break into my inner emotional being
And... I did. And I was there.
So were my disconnected thoughts
and inner hidden beings.
When I looked at "them" it was different.
They were all happy.
Not deep and buried.
Slowly, it got easier and easier to break to them.
They, the inner beings, rose
to my skins surface.
They they broke. Broke every pore,
and seaped and oued, to ever sad part of my life.
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 10:17 AM UTC
I was running,
I wated the wings of the wind to come on me.
But, not to lift me,
Instead give the push I needed to break.
Not to break in or to break out,
just to break into my inner emotional being
And... I did. And I was there.
So were my disconnected thoughts
and inner hidden beings.
When I looked at "them" it was different.
They were all happy.
Not deep and buried.
Slowly, it got easier and easier to break to them.
They, the inner beings, rose
to my skins surface.
They they broke. Broke every pore,
and seaped and oued, to ever sad part of my life.
