Tuesday, November 13, 2012


Who am I but a collection of what once was?
Rain, sunshine, spirit, substance, fear and love
Cycles of life and death, amnesia and revelation.
A traveler on a quest for purpose and happiness
Looking outside I see shadows.
Looking inside I see my true self.
Surely, my surroundings define me.
Rarely do I acknowledge that I define them.

A collection of once was, yet I still collect.
Need something from others. Need love.
Touch. Share. Gather. Give.
Only a heart already open allows love in.
I forget what I already know.
and just do what feels right.

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