I Did Not Write This
Look at this beautiful image. To kneel before another is a resignation of one’s will, perhaps it is that. I was scared when come nighttime because I didn’t want to resign as the sun and moon do for each other. I didn’t want to rise and fall as the sun does every cycle, so I drove on this empty road chasing the sun as it sat, roosted on the horizon. Bowing down to others when the day was done use to be the norm for me. But where am I…
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