Monday, September 10, 2012

a post

Most often, we stay until our souls sink deep within the walls and our smallest possessions have found homes in all the corners and the air is thick with stability or sometimes contentment. That is the sign that it is time to neatly pack ourselves brown paper and seek something new.

The moss and hues filled my lungs so I did not need to breath and my heart so I did not need any other beauty.

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