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Jan. 15th, 2017

  • 7:43 PM
pridefall: (Here I lay my Burdens Down | Art)
she is lightning bolts inside of me,
all storm winds, all frantic; my feet:
they cannot stay grounded, will not;
with her, gravity is just a suggestion;
her gentle touch lifts me from the dirt,
and i know it is dangerous; i know this:
that men stuck always looking for heaven,
are those most likely missing bullet trains;
I know this, I know this; and yet, here am I:
a man chasing after thunderstorms, smiling;
for you have made my heart a lightning rod.

- force of nature, i