Jan27
There are a million words on the tip of every tongue.
Words of every emotion and thought.
They are afraid to reveal themselves,
for they know what they are capable of.
So they build themselves a nest in the heart and in the head,
growing ever so slowly, making their presence known.
With each passing day, they become more restless,
waiting for the day when it’s safe to emerge from the shadows.
Waiting to see w
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by Mike Clayton on January 27th, 2012 at 11:55 am