Breathe. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Exhale all the terror that fills your lungs.
That cripples your senses.
If this were not your night, breath would simply cease.
So breathe, sweet child.
Let the beauty fill you.
Take you over.
There is hope, yet, little one.
Live it.
1 comment:
marcus. i like your writing. i'm just commenting on this one because it is the most recent. but just in general, i think you are a very good writer. and i enjoy reading your stuff.
i'm looking forward to hanging out soon. hope all is well man. thanks for the good words on your blog.
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