[breaking free from routine]
bring me into the wilderness and speak tenderly to me
Thursday, November 13, 2008
And these emotions.
They're always right there, touching the tips of your fingers.
Don't suppress them, you're allowed to feel.
As long as you don't grab them and hold on for dear life.
What is there exactly to say about my life this evening?
From the writings of
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