I dive into the words
and lose myself
in someone else’s world
for awhile.
Sometimes reading
is more necessary than
eating
drinking
sleeping.
When my headandheart
split or
argue or
feel weary
words
patch me up again.
Words remind me to
breathe.
They force me to
feel.
They close the circle of
self
when the balloon
is punctured.
Words bring back
the leaking air and
reinflate the lungs.
Words remind me
to breathe.
And I’m always impressed by how well you use words. This is beautiful!
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Thanks, Lee. 🙂
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