Okay, my friend,
Consider me this:
Are you happy? Overwhelmed? Relieved?
Yet still, does your heart do anything more than breathe?
Your eyes anymore than walk?
Your feet anymore than see?
When you find that your soul yearns for anything more than these....Anymores,
Let's talk,
And walk,
And see.
Okay?
Now breathe.
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