Laying in the grass
Looking at the stars
One falls
A wish made
Breathlessly you call... My wish
Somebody out there listens
Hope pouring out of the soul
Shooting stars can make dreams come true
So here I am trying to start something. Here you will read my inner thoughts of my living and being. I am still living because I have pain and joy, once we no longer feel we begin to die... be vulnerable for growth and transformation. Come as you are wounded, sewn together or joyous. It's never to late to write your story or perhaps rewrite it...
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