I long to be alive. Alive not only defined by a beating heart but how I spend these days. We are here and yes, we are living but are we alive? Where is our energy? I feel an absence from the electricity in bones and shock therapy for the soul. You know the nights on the verge of spring around 7pm and you look out from a hilltop and the sky is saying, he…
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