freeing
hopeful
a willing human being..
open
molding to new unspoken dreams
goals unfold
as we behold
new heights to be reached..
shed your skin
begin again
it’s quite the place to sit in..
eyes have closed doors
shifting the mind
leaving dashed moments behind
buried on the floor..
memories restored
veil is lifted
untouched gifts galore
pick them up
and want no more..
moments that beg for a bend in the road
causing disruptions
stories of old..
the living fabric of us woven into the core of time
indefinite existence
seen through the glass parade..
words stuck in my throat
the world will never know
conversations that would ripen your heart
begging to be told..
think I’m going home
getting lost for awhile
because I still believe
just a voice inside my head..
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