Thursday, November 7, 2013

dont forget about me

lying on this rustling ground
I smell an aroma of flowers and fresh pine
I feel your muscle move with the earth
and I want is to hear that heart beat.
I want to walk a winding path that breaks me out of my comfort
to feel the water wake up my skin as the wildlife moves around me
everything seems sacred
and lush.
I want to prove to myself that I am a great person
forgiving, selfless, honest
and this year hasn't been easy
but as I like to remind myself:
nothing great is ever easy.
but if I practice my craft
maybe these moves wont feel so foreign
I will be able to win back that feeling again.

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