Let The City Know.
There is supposed to be some shame in falling,
Or a great regretting.
Yet now I only marvel at the slip.
Born from dreams that died midair to begin,
There are other hopes now growing from the daze:
Fierce, wanting, and charging for the ground ahead.
Including home, too! :D
And sometimes I think I feel too much; other times I feel I think too much. Fortunately tonight, I neither think nor feel any of it matters very much either way.
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With More Soon,
I love it when you’re like this.