I know change is
coming. I can feel it
like a warm fire
in my gut. Somehow
still, and yet growing.
I came here for
answers. Well, maybe
not. There aren't
many answers I
would believe.
But the stillness? Yes,
I believe the stillness
and the ache I have
when I'm not here.
The panic that closes
in on my chest, the
way I forget to
breathe.
Can I stay
here when I go?
Oct 17, 2014
Oct 17, 2014 at 5:33 PM UTC
I know change is
coming. I can feel it
like a warm fire
in my gut. Somehow
still, and yet growing.
I came here for
answers. Well, maybe
not. There aren't
many answers I
would believe.
But the stillness? Yes,
I believe the stillness
and the ache I have
when I'm not here.
The panic that closes
in on my chest, the
way I forget to
breathe.
Can I stay
here when I go?
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