 My breath is challenged by the pace of the world,
as if it's following suite or falling into step beside it... enough to leave me panting, gasping for air. And yet, my breath is nothing like that. It is surprisingly calm, with the occasional deep sigh and accompanying shoulder shrug. There is something grounding and reassuring in this reposed rhythm. It is the only thing I am absolutely sure of... I will continue to breathe. I cannot not breathe. No matter how erratic the world may be, I will continue to breathe.
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in the middle of my face
small curvy lines define this nose which is right there plain and invisible we look past it into the eyes which frame it and yet this nose is preciously practical balancing strangely aesthetic through which I breathe life and smell the roses |
AuthorFor me, it seems there is not much difference between wondering and wandering. It has always helped me find inspiration. Creative dabbling is good for the soul, I couldn't imagine life without it and often surprise myself by what I come up with. Archives
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