Movement.
My feet need movement.
Soft grass, hard cement, hot asphalt.
The whispering wind between my toes.
Something new with every step;
Like electricity hovering in a cloud.
My feet need movement.
And so does my heart.
15 years ago
About Me
- Pancake:
- Basic writing elements intertwine and combine to become something new, something extraordinary. When I write I feel part of myself ripped away and changed. I write to inspire, not only others, but to inspire myself. I write to make the ordinary extraordinary. I write because I love pancakes and cowboys.
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