Sunday, December 23, 2012

Mina Jesubarn.

The air in my lungs,  every breath that I take. You. Are. Here. Inside of me, never without you. And it doesn't matter anymore what pain surrounds my body,  the nails that might haunt me or the buildings of thick, condensed anxiety and concrete that sometimes is placed on my shoulder to carry,  when you are the blood that becomes gold and with ease float freely in my veins. Always pulsating, always protecting. My shining ones.

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