Switches

There is a time when silence is meant to make you hear the pain. Screaming out from a heart, soul, embodiment in which you have turned away. Talk is always not the necessary medicine. Not yours anyway. Cravings inside of us don’t just go away. They fade but reappear. So I listen to the birds and smell the sweet earth. I continue. It’s what we do.

~Angela K. Crandall~

©5/21/16

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