Sunday, March 29, 2015

Radical Sense of Being

A scratch in the psyche, a shooting star leaving a scar in the night's sky. A difficult tread through a heavy fog, latte foam suffocating the hunger. A fistful of glitter casting the tiniest of shadows on all the love in the world. The interconnecting ropes of thoughts that lasso their way into all the spaces between doubt, love, respect and want. A radical sense of being. A leap from standing still to blooming outward, tumbling across a dance floor once filled with slack people knocking knees. As the soar of thriving elevates the speck of humanity through a current of something.

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