oh, the beauty of the freedom found in loneliness

and there, beyond the vacant hills of a lovers reach

rests a freedom so profound and enlightening

it’s hands wrap lullabies around hopeless fantasies

bursting listless bubbles, too heavy to take flight,

as the soft clay comforts the silhouette of aching feet

they sprinkle salt upon fresh wounds, only to find

that the unpleasant sting births a joy so vast and immeasurable

no darkness could outweigh the depths of the light within

bewildered by a love so unexpected it leaves you dry, praying,

for the morning dew to quench a thirsty mouth

 

a love discovered only in the depths of a shattered mirror

 

how the wind rushes through each feather as you

soar above the safety held from dirt and stones

 

oh, the beauty of the freedom to be found in loneliness

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5 thoughts on “oh, the beauty of the freedom found in loneliness

  1. Answer: Hehe 🙂 If you met my cat, he would be with you even if you wouldn’t like him 😛 It’s like “Hehe you don’t like, then I will be with you the whole time!” xD

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