Tuesday, March 15, 2005


"Too young to hold on, too old to just break free and run"- Jeff Buckley

Fire in my lungs
Burning my lips as the words come flaming out
Words, only words
Changing the universe around me
Changing the way the wind blows in the trees
I am a brick sinking in the water
I am the black birds flying across the plains
Searching for answers
That might not be there
Where is my truth?
I want to sink myself in love
I want to let go and blow with the wind
What is holding me back?
What is pushing me forward?
I ask the river, the trees, the heavens
Silence is whispered back
I strain my ears


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