I long to be free, I long to be broken. To feel each pulsing vein under my skin rushing, waiting to burst. Flood acid on my soul, I want to feel something. Feel your caress, hear your sure words.
We are so broken and lied to, even in the things we thought were stalwart granite rock beneath our soft searching feet. I'm waiting, clawing through soil to reach the roots of my beliefs, to feel their stringy sureness on my aching fingertips, make sure they are real. We all love a little mystic. To know that there is something out there for a purpose beyond ourselves, some way we can control whether we live or die inside. Take me on an endless treasure hunt. Catch me a star in a big glass bottle so I can tuck it to my chest and feel its warmth. I want to be amazed, nothing less.
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