Getting out of it

I am trying to relax, I need a comfortable spot to just sit and write all day. I need a place to clear my head, somewhere where there aren’t any noise. I need a place where the wind take my breath away.  A place to fly,
To get energized,  a place to expand my thinking.
A faraway land.
A secret shed.
A discrete city.
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If I must go I want to go in peace
Singing sweet Beulah land.
I will not go under the grave
I want the wind to take my pain,
Scatter my ashes afar.
I dont wish for a memorial
I know my memories will live on.
*in my writing*
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In this distance where I stand I only need for me the perfect someone.
To help me accomplish my dream even when stagnant they seems.
To love and live life together, travel hills and valleys forever.
A peacemaker to study my thoughts, that true person to share my heart.

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I have seen a lots in this life, I think I have seen too many and so much to come. I have a great family I can’t complain. Its just sometimes some things are hard to sustain.
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I need to find me a place to write
Block out the world with that blind spot.
Link heart and mind together.
Knowing what i want and taking what I get. I am not frustrating or confuse I just need me the perfect spot.
To write again and again
And again.

Tamica James

2/9/15

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