I’m A Pressed Flower At The Bottom Of An Avalanche Striving To Live Again
Have you ever experienced that profound connection where someone becomes your guiding light amidst the darkness?
“You blew away my storm and strife;
and shook the bones of me…”
—Carbon Leaf, Life Less Ordinary
Sometimes I feel like a clump of gossamer scars interred by lithe needle-like prongs. Every red-hot piercing pulls through the film of my eyes and drenches the world around me in gasoline. I await—heedlessly—for everything to alight in a roaring rush of form…
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