Cody Hollick


Let us fall deeply in-touch with ourselves.
for we are all and nothing.
Say that you're holding back what you think is never supposed to soar.
Forcefully ground that which belongs in the sky.
That is sin.
Let me soar, for falling is not an option.
Let me glide, for the best air is out of reach.
Let me scream, for the loudest sounds are silent.
Branches of dead trees ignite the smoldering flame within me.

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