never went the freedom scared I don’t know what you want I want too much the spine tingling hairs on the back of my neck stand up my eyes drift off to heaven in a boat that’s filled with water and the angels pull me slowly in, strong arms, wet hands gripping my skin. Hold me there, wanted and needed, in the right place at the right time, bright light, help and gratitude. Belief in the things that are the truest and the body speaking without language in its simple electricity. <\/p>\n\n\n\n
I heave, heavy half handled home hearth happiness. I exhale, I blow the smoke out, inhale, deep breath in through the nose, find your balance, chest big, eyes up, choose a spot on the wall in front of you. Wall opening, stone tumbling, vines pour and stretch, creep in.<\/p>\n\n\n\n
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