I'm free of this feeling, it liberated me somehow. But as I read I was reminded of the despair and desolation. Of the countless ephemeral experiences that have made my life. I'm hungry so I must keep searching, I want to be a farmer of love, I want the wait and certainty of the harvest. Being a hunter gatherer is rarely fun if I barely manage a mouthful of food a day.
I free but I still remember the hurt. I'm not shocked you understand as I banked all my hopes on a beautiful stranger who know the words to say. I have found what I've been needing. I love you.
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