Tuesday, March 15, 2011

Curly Clouds

And so it begins once again.


The rebirth, the recluse.



What fuels it? What makes the very air I breathe, change? Only you know. I want to run, run and run. Where is my freedom, am I to be chained forever? To that land where I am shrouded with undying mystery and wonder, where I can hear their voices fill every corner of my soul and body, where I am who I am with them.

Them.


Who are you?

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