Pardon me, but I’ve come to find that while laying here by one’s self the space between the wall and I lies the remaining of these sheets where you belong.
It’s possible to run away from the things that you want the most in life. It’s an endless cycle of contradicting yourself.
And like the tide I roll out. I am free to cast upon a far distance. I am untouchable.
(Source: whyso-blue)
You can stay, or walk off the shore and onto the tide with me. Walk on water, carry yourself with all your beauty and might. Watch the world pass by as the water gets deeper. I won’t leave you behind. The smell of salt will fill the air and strengthen our lungs. We can and may become one. We are transcending.
(Source: whyso-blue)
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Much needed change.
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