cortneyleigh
I wish I could be as free as the horses
Running and romping through earth's natural made courses
And drinking from God's own wandering sources.
I feel like I could patent this feeling because it's so unusual. And I feel that even though people say, "I understand", I remember that we are all unique and no one can feel exactly the same way. I think perhaps this feeling is uniquely mine. I feel like no one could understand the feeling in my chest even if they tried. There's no name for it.
This is the limbo season when everything is walking the line between life and death. Dead things crunch under my boots, and dead things sway in the breeze, and dead things fall to dry earth; all under the orange glow of heaven.
i wake up to the sound of the train down the road and the malicious beatings of water against my window. it is ferocious and i cannot help but relate to it. i am just like the water beating down, and i'm wanting so much for a door to open to let me in. it's crazy how lonely the rain must be.
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