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Meu perfil BRASIL, Sudeste, Mulher, de 20 a 25 anos, English, Portuguese, Blá. Blá. Blá. MSN - servetheego@hotmail.com |
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Sometimes I feel so much. Words just fail me. Those small moments. Those thoughtless actions. Sometimes my words get stuck somewhere inside my pen. Or keyboard. Because, right now, I just can't organize my mind on paper. Or screen. I just want to give someone a hug. Right now I need warmth around my body; arms show how much they care. And there is no need for words. For the first time, they're secondary. They aren't priority. Words have been a cage. They lock me in. They clip my wings. They bleed me dry. And force stillness when all I need is motion.
Is home where the heart is? I have left home out there. Home smiles. Home walks around dark blue of night as if it's flying. Home speaks of freedom. Of fears. Of dreams. Of desire. And I love it. Unknown. Uncertain.
Safety lies within that set of arms; and nowhere else.