For the longest time it was an escape for me, and I fell in love with it.
But I don't want what I was escaping from to hold me back.
I want to love it, not for it being an escape,
but for it being apart of who I am.
I want to love it.
A beautiful, magical, soulful, part of me.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
When the Wind Filled the Lungs
PoesíaPoetry by May Series of: When the Wind Filled the Lungs When the Water Whispered the Mind When the Earth Secured the Bones When the Fire Burned the Heart When the Spirit Touched the Soul
