Pictures of You

No fear. No judgement (especially of self). No inhibition.

Just love.

It’s oozing out of my fingertips and I feel weightless.

I spent last night sleepless and starry-eyed. Caught between surrealist daydreams and existential longing, lingering in that half-awake state telling fables to my long-dead uncle.

A thousand pages of poetry and prayer have not been in vain.

I am fulfilled. And content. Elated.

But calm.

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