I long for that white endless horizon
always receding farther away
as long as I am in this skin
no less frustrating or frightening
for the knowing
that any moment will catapult me there
and all the longing will be as naught
for what was always one moment and one step away
Content (c) 2008-2015 Philip Milito.
Thursday, March 26, 2015
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