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Post by Ex Animo on Mar 5, 2024 19:06:50 GMT
and I'll let it sink
that black balloon following me from house to house
existing in the dark sometimes where all I crave is to fly out into foam
away from the emptiness of shallow breath
over the cliff tops and bonfires billowing smoke into old hearts.
Truth is I’ve held a string for far too long because gravity is a comfort
never thinking of air as stagnant, never choosing one colour but hundreds firing out into an empty sky
and I can’t be one thing or another, but I can let go of what weighs me down
I can soar the Earth in the peace of freedom that only begs to cut loose.
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freed
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Post by freed on Mar 6, 2024 16:20:49 GMT
I found this to be a very positive read. It made me think of the things that we carry around with us, and how we need to let them go sometimes.
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