The NuthatchThere is a world inside of you that wants to let the hate go and goA longing to be free of what is human and to embrace what has never beenThese words touch the ventricles of your most precious possession of fleshAwaken your eyes to an existence of time that was previously a mysteryYou long to never know the feeling of lying on your death bed with regretsThis is because your heart is open and your mind is free as a tiny Nuthatch.Let what may happen and bring with each day a new adventureWith every claustrophobic breath a new measure of the pain that comes with livingLiving life like it’s a waiting room and you are dying t
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