Dear Spring,

Sunday, February 17, 2013

Now


Now
the scales have fallen
from my eyes and I can see
clearly, once again, the trees.
I can almost inhale fully
and feel the pulse of my body
moving through space
and taste the great vibrations
of life.

For a flickering moment,
I almost
owned myself.

Posted by Olivia at 9:47 AM

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