Who was once the man of my life became the man of my dreams the man of my future becomes the man of past the man of my hopes and wishes becomes man of my thoughts the man on the phone becomes the echo in my ear the man of my blood becomes me. ♥
this connection I have with writing; it feels so good when the words begin to free flow. when they are all out and in the open, I can breathe happily and satisfactorily. My source and self find alignment and I become whole again.
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