Tonight I feel really freaking alive.
I just want to breathe and run and live in the sky.
I want to be a poem instead of writing them.
My soul is beautiful, my heart is a song.
The sky is full of stars and I want to explore them
to live among them in an infinity of peace and joy.
But I feel so alive
like a throb of regeneration is filling my veins.
My bloodstream overflows
and my heart has burst.
Tonight is a song, and I am the melody, the harmony, and the rhythm...
but You are the composer.
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