Cold Fingers

The desire to feel is what drives me

Not human touch

Let the arms of the earth wrap around my conscious

Drugs, sex, liquor- but are you living?

Or is living feeling the sun on your unmasked cheeks

That sensation where your lungs can’t posses anymore oxygen

Perhaps the fact that you are granted the time to exhale

Feel every corner

Let the wind direct your inspiration

Base your mood off the pictures in the clouds

Just Live

 

-AB

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