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Bad dreams from being under the roof for years ruled by a fear, from the bedroom window, the view, the garden, an impulse drove me out the door and down the stairs.  For so long wanting to touch the garden, every step don't look up. 

Im missing the lid to my soul, I can feel the sky pulling me apart in every direction so I keep my eyes to the ground.  Smell the flowers and rest under a tree, the grass is cool and soft but I watch the clouds and the sun.  The breeze like tiny fingers pulling at me, my hair flying off in all directions towards the sky.  The sky, its SO BIG it never stops and I can feel it rising from my throat, the fear, the scream.

R .A .Purdy.