The soft, gentle midnight breeze
reminds me that youâre far away from me -
uncaring, unscathed, totally free.
It makes me wish I could take that same approach. How long for indifference and no reproach. But I bleed red into my art -
it stops me from falling apart.
like a vase sat on the highest shelf.
All I need is a slight push to destroy myself.
To shatter it to heal.
To love is to feel.
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