i am a slave to the lake. sometimes it feels like she breathes for me. i wake up beside her and she keeps me moving all day. she is magnetic. our dance is at once, grave and dreamy. sometimes she roars and cancels out all other sound, so my thoughts are singular and safe. and sometimes her stillness is my balm. whatever she is is what i need. that is our agreement.Friday, March 23, 2012
i am a slave to the lake. sometimes it feels like she breathes for me. i wake up beside her and she keeps me moving all day. she is magnetic. our dance is at once, grave and dreamy. sometimes she roars and cancels out all other sound, so my thoughts are singular and safe. and sometimes her stillness is my balm. whatever she is is what i need. that is our agreement.
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Beautiful!!!
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I so understand this, and you express it beautifully!
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