Wednesday, December 17, 2008

If I Had My Own World, I'd Build You an Empire

Let me feel you
Carry you higher
Watch our words spread hope like fire
Secret crowds rise up and gather
Hear your voices sing back louder
I want to run as fast as I can until my lungs burn so badly I can't take a breath, until my knees disintegrate, until my feet threaten to shatter, until my heart pumps wildly out of control, until I fly, until I catch up with God.

Today is one of those days where I feel my own hungry, creative energy dripping from my fingertips and eyelashes, begging to be unleashed in a torrid flood.

I miss being kissed.

Tiro! El
eria e mor.
I 'lir en el luitha 'uren.
Ai! Aniron...

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