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Somewhere In My Mind…

December 6, 2007

…there is a path called healing.

There are synapses that were formed

that will lead me to Healing. Heeling. Hilling?

Little chemical impulses,

light the way

Like fireflies in the summer

Bottle them for too long and they die.

I need an epileptic seizure, a gran mal.

I want Northern Lights

and shooting stars.

I am scared I bottled it too long.


I keep thinking that things will happen, even though I don’t move and sometimes they do happen. Not generally what I think will happen, but something does move. Something does change, ever so slightly, almost imperceptible without a well trained eye.


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