Sunday, February 23, 2014

Sunday Morning

humming.
a silence and eeriness tiptoe across your skin and leave behind goosebumps.
spinning.
discomfort and irritation flood your heart, resulting in an ache much deeper than just your stomach.
certainty.
that nothing will be what you are told.
desire.
for wind, because its spontaneous nature is at least dependable.
absence.
of anything you knew, leaving your world on its side & your heart in two.
stay.
aware of beauty screaming loud, notice the delicate scars of yesterday, but aim to leave them there.
promise.
to see rain as something that washes and absence as an avoidance of escape.

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