but what if there wasn’t even a destination?
my grandmother told me growing up, that each of us has the blood of a race horse or the veins of a flower.
we were going to either win the race or grow a garden.
we were going to either win the race or grow a garden.
she had the blood of the world and veins like the sky. she would spend her life running and she was okay with that.
it was her way of feeling the beat of her heart. hearing the blood pulse through her. nothing tied her down.
it was her way of feeling the beat of her heart. hearing the blood pulse through her. nothing tied her down.
the fire she burned, destroyed the ropes, setting her free. she wasn’t running away and wasn’t running to. she was running to live, to be free.
she was running to build the home that was inside of herself.
she was running to build the home that was inside of herself.
who she is
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