Friday, March 30, 2012

myself or someone like me

I want to shed this life like snake skin, to find an escape from a story that is no longer my own, to climb from this cocoon, this grave, and breathe the air like nothing is holding me down.

This shell has grown too small for my aching limbs. I want to stretch beyond the confinement of this cage, to be born and reborn, to feel what it’s like to run, and fall, and rise again.


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