“I have a habit of falling in love with souls who have yet to be at peace with their bodies, their minds, their weaknesses. I try to build them, to find the parts in them that are missing in me. I end up with holes in my chest.” -Farah Gabdon

I am a wild horse

With wide eyes of wonder.

I refused to be tamed,

To be smaller, quieter, less real,

Less Me.

I kiss the wind

And it caresses me back.

I have no interest in the weapons you bring;

Unless you intend to use them

On yourself.


Picture source: Spirit Film


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