IMG_7017I struggle getting down with what’s raw and naked in my soul.

I speak the life I’m wanting to inhabit.

But so often those words only live on edges.

At the end of finger tips.

In the bottom of glasses.

Like a day dream.

Of skinny dips.

Never knowing it’s real,

wet,

wild,

freedom.

I say words in hopes to convince.

Transform.

Something.

Anything.

Hopefully everything, that clings to the comfortable.

Clings to the contained.

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