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My soul is tired. I don’t really want to die; I want to rest — to drift somewhere where the moon stays in the sky every day and every night, somewhere quiet and soft. I never hope for an end; my bones ache for a pause — a place where the world stops spinning, the weight lifts, and the noise fades.
My soul is tired — I yearn to retreat to a land that renews and embellishes my heart and mind, a land that teaches me to breathe in life with resurrected eyes- again.
-Excerpt from Forbidden Tree (An Anthology)
