I dream of the day when my spirit is released, and I am invited to feel the coolness of gold beneath my feet. To be rid of this casing, my supposed identity. I need more than a pimple-free existence. My only consolation is the promise of traveling beyond the limits of an unfoldable map. Where my fullest capacity for joy can be met, leaving my throat horse with thanks. That is my purpose and longing. That is what gives me continued strength to face this world of evening news, chicken nuggets, and diet coke. That is what not only enables me to breathe but even brings me joy as I sit at a red light. 2008 H.A.
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