Thursday, June 12, 2008

Letting Go

Today, letting go feels like a field of purple hyacinth, yellow daffodils and red tulips. It feels like stark, stunning pen drawings of solitary mission-like houses surrounded by strange trees and birds, patiently etched by a condemned man a long time ago. It feels like finally getting the courage to write words I've wanted to write for the last two years. Like a massive weight lifted from my shoulders. Like I'm closer, lighter, like I can feel the buds of feathers starting to emerge from my shoulder blades.

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