You remind me that I am good.
Even when I am a million miles away,
Hovering above this body I live in,
You carry in a breeze
A freshness that blows out the cobwebs
In a soft way so I don’t feel the tearing
of sticky string from the parts of my head clothed in shadow.
Thank you.
I can breathe again.
May 4, 2018
May 4, 2018 at 10:59 PM UTC
You remind me that I am good.
Even when I am a million miles away,
Hovering above this body I live in,
You carry in a breeze
A freshness that blows out the cobwebs
In a soft way so I don’t feel the tearing
of sticky string from the parts of my head clothed in shadow.
Thank you.
I can breathe again.
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