Crumbling nerve
On trembling knees
Unbinds what once we could not see
Reaching out into pitch black
Alone, and asking nothing back
Grants us all we’ll
Ever need: our perfect, moving own two feet.
Photo by Cherry Laithang on Unsplash
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I'm Hannah. I'm 21, and chaotically creative.
You can usually find me frustratedly hunched over some new craft I’m attempting, struggling to learn a new song on the ukulele, writing, drawing, singing, frowning or smiling at my camera depending on the success of my latest photo or video attempt, or sleeping.
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