Rich like dirt, full of shit and stuff and limestone rock.
Waiting to be turned into more shit and stuff and rock.
I can continue recycling this shit over and over until eventually, it is absorbed by others who are so often the cause of me being so full of shit...
As they spew it out, I chew it up.
So I am rich like dirt, full of shit and stuff and limestone rock.
Ready to give birth and be clean.
©2/2/11 by Danya Mosgofian
~A storm is nature's way of kicking up dust, showing us the dark corners we've neglected so we can clean them out and begin anew. And sometimes storms are simply there to throw us off balance, to change the angle from which we view life and force us to see things from a different vantage point... even if that means looking up from our bottoms, mouth gaping wide~
Wild as the ocean, free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.
Wild as the ocean. Free as a mountain sitting motionless. Soft as a storm blooming in full.
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