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i lived through quite a lot of heart storms that took me away from my kansas
and every time it feels like "okay, this is it — this is it"
but then again my taut heart strings make my chest feel the satori, pre-orgasmic revelation
this friday the soft crack in the sky revealed the endlessness of it all
something absolutely sacred, something i want to worship on my knees
i remember how i lived through those heart storms using stories where the narrative gave me a sense of closure and some kind of satisfaction
romanticizing is my only hope. romanticizing is my panacea.
you know of my recurring dream of me never being able to reach the sea. the baltic sea. how i go and i go and something always pulls me off the trail. and so yesterday i felt this story within me. wanting to stay, wanting to embrace, wanting to sink my roots deep into this soft and damp soil. emerge, be reborn and feel the holiest of all feelings — to feel home.
and as we walked we spoke of that. how deep that feeling runs. the feeling of the safety of home.
soft crack. soft crack. soft crack.
"you know I would walk all night with you looking at the stars."
i don't need to know more. i already know everything i need to.
through moments like this we forever imprint each other in our lives and you know how