"No limit, no definition, may restrict the range or depth of the human spirit's passage into its own secrets or the world's." - Goethe
Friday, May 31, 2013
My home is not a home
No peace rest solace comfort except at drunken 3am laying down in the still streetlight-lit park. Gentleness of only inhumanly sounds trees swaying leaves twitching softly. The earth cradled me. Gave me more of a home than my own.
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