"When we can no longer dream, we die" -Emma Goldman

Thursday, April 29, 2010

benches

I let the wind chill me
I let it remind me I’m here, not in my head
I let it pull me out of my fantasies and back to harsh realities
I let it dry my tears and whisk away my pain
I let the wind chill me and remind me I’m alive

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