Sometimes I want to reach out, but I don’t feel like writing, or drawing, or conversing. And so I become a ghost, or a waterfall, or a storm. Chances are, that’s when we met.
Recently Banned Literature, November 30, 2010
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Categories: Everything and Nothing, Recently Banned Literature
Tags: Chance Meetings, Ghosts, Poems, Poetry, Storms, Waterfalls
