Heart beats, Headlights, Half Steps and Hollow Points. Someone asked me what goes on inside my head. I wanted to answer, but I was too far down, buried under the bones of yesterday's dreams. I tried to speak, but the dust of what might have been coated my tongue in so many layers that the words were stuck in my mouth and I couldn't swallow. I sat there instead, until I was finally alone.
Sunday, January 14, 2018
The Very Thing by Janet Elliott Brown
Maybe getting the air knocked out of you, is the very thing your lungs need to remind them how much they love to breathe.
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