To Dream

Where is this life that I cannot catch,

that springs and curls like the loveliest vine

around the spirit of me.

The sun falls on my back, and I run toward the open ocean.

The sand is warm between my toes, and I am on my way home.

To a new life.

A new hope.

A new dream:

to be all that I can be.

Love. Creativity. Inspiration.

Here I am.

Here I am.

By brookecutler2

Liver of life, lover of everything. đź’•

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