Found inspiration on the back burner and apologized to myself. I guess lately this life has been composed of things that this heart is breaking to say, and that this head is aching to stop coming out. So gentle is the way that these lips will bruise.
I've covered this country in the last few weeks. Lost and found is how I'm breathing. Home is always my final destination and I just returned.
Woke up on the b-side of the bed. It's weird when your gut just gives up the flight-or-fight mechanism. When your brain is on overdrive to remember every moment of the ride.
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