Like an arrow with no direction.
It was my intention to get lost.
I draw the crooked lines.
I take the pictures.
Proud of my work.
My dreams became what I do.
My plans became what I forgot.
Change seems so real lately.
The wind is just right.
My days are made of art.
It's not a secret.
I know my freedom.
Words on paper tell me where to go.
My heart says "take me with you".
Courage.
-B
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