Crazy For Feeling
Crazy For Feeling
A thought most honestly sharedwhere in the world am I going?For who am I winning or losingMy mind or my body is bruised by the dreamthat has the eyes of a child and the heartits heart is of a petrified treelived to stone, then stoned to deathnothing left but the mercies of the wiseto be directed down another pathone promising with laughterand birds bathing in lavender watersplashing together feathers heavynever in life less ready to flyand never in life more happy to dieif death is truly waitinga most peculiar sense of being livemost ungraciously sent from heart to mindlike a letter sealed against a friendfallen into the very hands of the blamedbut opened with the anticipation of greeting.
Tarek Nassif
2006
A thought most honestly sharedwhere in the world am I going?For who am I winning or losingMy mind or my body is bruised by the dreamthat has the eyes of a child and the heartits heart is of a petrified treelived to stone, then stoned to deathnothing left but the mercies of the wiseto be directed down another pathone promising with laughterand birds bathing in lavender watersplashing together feathers heavynever in life less ready to flyand never in life more happy to dieif death is truly waitinga most peculiar sense of being livemost ungraciously sent from heart to mindlike a letter sealed against a friendfallen into the very hands of the blamedbut opened with the anticipation of greeting.
Tarek Nassif
2006
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