when i grow up, i want to remember that i always wanted to be about a thousand different things; that one lifetime didn't seem nearly enough. when i grow up, i hope it's at the very end when it doesn't matter anymore anyway

Sunday, February 14, 2010

Coming over you like a morning fog. Heavy. Dense. Yet somehow fragile as it takes the breath from your lungs. It's choppy; getting caught between your ribs - making it hard to breathe - to remember why you've kept a barrier from your heart. A wall to protect you from a feeling that warms your chest but shatters the delicate fibers that create its essence.


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