Familiar
I know this place.
I've been here before.
It LOOKS like the inside of my head but I feel lost.
Everything echos and I can hear like I've never heard.
Fickle, like my heart.
I've begun reaching out with closed fists, mistaken for throwing punches when my hunches are mislead.
I think I've finally learned to walk on water. Jesus would be proud.
My hair, remotely dry, my eyes adjusting to the salty mist of treading water. It doesn't tire me like it used to, there are days the waves take rest and I can float with air filling my lungs and leaving them appropriately. Cautious yet confident.
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I've been here before.
It LOOKS like the inside of my head but I feel lost.
Everything echos and I can hear like I've never heard.
Fickle, like my heart.
I've begun reaching out with closed fists, mistaken for throwing punches when my hunches are mislead.
I think I've finally learned to walk on water. Jesus would be proud.
My hair, remotely dry, my eyes adjusting to the salty mist of treading water. It doesn't tire me like it used to, there are days the waves take rest and I can float with air filling my lungs and leaving them appropriately. Cautious yet confident.
Sent on the TELUS Mobility network with BlackBerry