Friday, November 25, 2022

4090 : Living

I can be poetic, and I know that. Even when I dont need to be.

Like today I was pondering - what is it to be alive? Blood coursing through my veins. A head that throbs and wanes. Breath that escapes my nostrils. A song that is trapped under my tongue. 

And......a heart that beats for you :-)

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