Sunday, September 8, 2013


Rustling through the recesses
I remember a feeling
Buried deep
Like a corpse long forgotten
Dormant and decayed
It's been so long since I've felt it
So long I can't even remember it's name
But it's filling me now
A purpose, a guide
A way to see the world from a different angle
And suddenly, I'm not as broken as I thought.

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