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I dreamt of being on a plane plummeting towards the bluish green marble my future existence in question I reached for the phone wanting only to say, “Thank you. You saved me.” My soul was rescued from oblivion by a man who taught me how to love again. He peels himself away from my grasp before sunrise as I groan out a desperate plea as time’s most disgruntled prisoner. He eats up what my heart feeds him because it’s all I have to offer. And past visions of future homes disappear and are replaced by not a place but a person. And suddenly the path I am on seems much less important than the hand I am holding. I’ll follow either way.
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
Prisoner of Time
I dreamt of being on a plane plummeting towards the bluish green marble my future existence in question I reached for the phone wanting only to say, “Thank you. You saved me.” My soul was rescued from oblivion by a man who taught me how to love again. He peels himself away from my grasp before sunrise as I groan out a desperate plea as time’s most disgruntled prisoner. He eats up what my heart feeds him because it’s all I have to offer. And past visions of future homes disappear and are replaced by not a place but a person. And suddenly the path I am on seems much less important than the hand I am holding. I’ll follow either way.
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Aug 5, 2017
Aug 5, 2017 at 12:19 PM UTC
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