Running was how he cleansed his mind.
He ran through the streets, and he ran to the water.
He ran until he could feel nothing else.
He ran until he found the stars, or maybe it was the stars that found him.
And there he was cured of the worries that haunted him.
~ rhianna power (@rhiannalpower)
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Little Thoughts
Poetry"My soul is a star, locked in orbit. An endless ellipse, the centre; you're it..." Sometimes poems, sometimes passages, sometimes little thoughts. ?☺️ Highest rank in poetry: #39 (May 9, 2018)
