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Sunday, December 28, 2014


By Brian Thomas Armstrong
The wind rushes through my hair, blowing my mind away
My thoughts drift through the air, then fall like a sunset at the end of day
I see clearly now through my mind’s eye, using the vision of my inner child
It lifts away the hazy grown-up clouds that once blocked my sight
No more fighting myself
The flight I have taken since birth finally lands with a resounding thud!
As my confusion hits the pavement after jumping from the heights of my soul