We spend our time trying to fill the gaps in our lives and in ourselves; and despair that we will ever be satisfied.
We work against powerful tides trying to make an island for ourselves.
We reach for what will keep us afloat; I believe one day we'll all do it...
Thirsty Waters There are rivers in me That flow and flow I don't know where. They go their own ways; I lose sight of them. They are a thirsty water;
Want to fill themselves with experience. Living puts salt and sugar in them. Strange fish begin to grow. And the waters bathe me clean. I drink out of the thirsty water. They teach me to swim I'll float Not drown In the thirst of my waters. Laura Colville Email ThisBlogThis!Share to TwitterShare to Facebook
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