Saturday, May 12, 2012

The Magic of Solitude

Because its finding the piece
That helps you find all the others.

Because its the adventures
That help you find your treasure.

It's the hurt that helps you heal.

And the questions which make you learn.

It's boarding a plane.

It's leaving you're town.
It's experiencing heartbreak.

And falling in love.
Not with just a soul.
But with nature.

I can hear and feel everything inside.
You're not just passer by's,
But atoms that float by

And I know who you all are
Were all breathing
On the same string.

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