Partially...I am bare...partially I am aware...of you. Cradling space and time; trying to be open. Pacing, waiting to digest this. Knowing that reality is what I need but wanting to deliver the fantasy of all creation.
Wind billows around me as I creep into this idea of being at rest with what I need. I feel the empty embers reaching inside me to carress the soul that has been cold and desolete. Trying to be cool with what I have created. A passion so partial to understanding all things imaginable. Patiently I wait for what is to be...
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