Eyes closed
Breath still
In the nothingness
You arrive
Not whole
Just a whisper of you
A scent
A hum
A pause
So little
Yet so much.
Tori Burris Inkley
4/6/24
Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
Eyes closed
Breath still
In the nothingness
You arrive
Not whole
Just a whisper of you
A scent
A hum
A pause
So little
Yet so much.
Tori Burris Inkley
4/6/24
Always breathing. Always learning. Always searching. Always dreaming.
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