A curious sense of peace tendrils like burnt cordite into nostrils once the coin drops into place.
Clarity is not startling. It is something tinged heaviness of heart.
Soul stirring like a rasping Adele wafting around inside the cranium while the legs rhythm out a tattoo on the sea link.
The old man running by bare foot with the timing chip tied to his leg etched in my brain. Nothing but a smile can warm the face to the cheers of everyone around for the man. Perhaps, that is when the consciousness stops nagging doubts about completing some freaky 22 kilometers. Blurring reasons about why.
Is the heart's desire impossible?
A whole world is still alive... Awake... Waiting
[Written - 03/03/2012]
Clarity is not startling. It is something tinged heaviness of heart.
Soul stirring like a rasping Adele wafting around inside the cranium while the legs rhythm out a tattoo on the sea link.
The old man running by bare foot with the timing chip tied to his leg etched in my brain. Nothing but a smile can warm the face to the cheers of everyone around for the man. Perhaps, that is when the consciousness stops nagging doubts about completing some freaky 22 kilometers. Blurring reasons about why.
Is the heart's desire impossible?
A whole world is still alive... Awake... Waiting
[Written - 03/03/2012]
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