Breathing In

by Beautiful Chaos   Aug 26, 2010


If inspiration never returns,
I'll have to travel the world,
Searching every nook and cranny,
Secretly wishing it is never found,
As not to revisit home.

Rolling hills, melting sunsets,
Children crying, people screaming,
This world outside my walls, calls to me,
Even the pretty painted women,
Standing on the corner.

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