Falling

I was falling from the sky trying to grasp any thing that would keep me up high, i landed with a thud didnt bounce not evan an ounce, now im human or at least told to be, seeking the life of what sociaty conspires it to be, how can i ever remain to be free. Hideing from reality just embraseing my spituality, a ball of light must always take flight. Döñt êñjøÿ grävïtÿ tò mûçh mãń, ; )

 

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It's not the fall that hurts............It's the abrupt stop at the end.

Stay Brown,
Rev J