Soliloquy
One day, you will wake up to a soliloquy of heartbeats, the quiet murmur of a thousand captured birds’ wings letting you know that you, too, are meant for thunder.
One day, you will wake up to a soliloquy of heartbeats, the quiet murmur of a thousand captured birds’ wings letting you know that you, too, are meant for thunder.
This has been getting reblogged like crazy in the last few days, so here.