Saturday, February 25, 2012

The Connected

I'm not a distance or a number,
Just a light without an expiration.

No end or beginning,
Just transformation,
Expansion.

I didn't need to ask myself who I am
I was born with an answer.

I can feel it in my left rib.
I can hear it all inside.

The world is just a loveless, lonely place, where all the souls are left to hide.

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