1. 2 years ago 

   Purpose.

   A drip of the faucet,
   Humming fridge.
   3 AM.
   
   A walk along the shore,
   Whispering wind.
   Alone.
   
   Questions for God,
   Answered with stillness.
   Pain.
   
   Escape the mosquitoes,
   Return to a sleeping house.
   Peace.

2. Notes

"Be as a bird,
perched
on a frail branch
that she feels
bending beneather her,
still she sings,

sings,

knowing she has wings."

-victor hugo

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