I live in a city and grow in my mind, a forest. And when my heart constricts in fear, I walk barefoot on dead leaves and feel underneath, tender pliability of grass. Life goes on, nonetheless.
Or I find in my mind, a seashore. I walk on shifting warmth of sands and watch the sea make forays, washing the shore clean of all traces of living. And leaving behind gifts. Delicate seashells,unbroken by the might of waves.
And I dare to love again.
Or I find in my mind, a seashore. I walk on shifting warmth of sands and watch the sea make forays, washing the shore clean of all traces of living. And leaving behind gifts. Delicate seashells,unbroken by the might of waves.
And I dare to love again.
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