Running full tilt thru each day
leaves no time for reckoning
no time to breathe or seek relief
till exhaustion stops the flight
feeling can be too intense
too mundane-much to real
icky sticky hugs and kisses
that Hurt too much to feel .
Forgetting the I
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I am an Artist, Poet and Author. I am so much more than this: I feel like a tiny seed that sprouted in a desert, and now has grown into a Passion Vine. My Art is my Voice, Screaming, Crying, Praying, Loving, Laughing, Healing- all in Riotous Color... View more posts
Out of the Gutter Art 
Reblogged this on Out of the Gutter Art and commented:
A wee flashback
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