What If We Slowed Down?
At the end of the day, the results of today don't matter that much. They aren't our core. The story is still to be written tomorrow, and will always be. Sunsets are the mothers of dawns, aren't they?
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I Know What I’m Looking For… And I Will Know When It’s You.
I cannot dream up the way your body will mold into mine or the way your voice will fill every empty piece of me. My imagination can’t go far enough to know what home will smell like, but I know I’ll find it buried in your embrace.
An Astounding Lucid Confusion.
Some days, stillness is my guide, leading me down the gentle middle way where decisions are not made but followed, life is allowed to unfold as it will, and my own confusions are met with compassion and understanding.