To be more than what i am for me,
to spread wider than i think i can,
to be bigger than my size,
to be smaller than i can see.
To reach those places,
i thought i wanted to go,
to reach and to know that it is not there.
To lick the salt off the ground.
To drink the honey from the flowers.
Saturday, September 09, 2006
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