I am in between worlds right now. A part of me is leaving. But it's not like before. I am holding space this time. Not sweating it, but breathing beyond my skin. I am good. I am even shape-shifting. The raven. The owl. I am not afraid of the bird's-eye view, and unlike all those other times, I am not scared of the unknown. I am present and neither timid nor bold. It feels beautiful, like the song of a blackbird, and frightening, like the rumble of an avalanche.
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Do you think perhaps, if we loved a little harder, forgave a little more, and dreamt a little longer, that a calmness would drape upon our battered souls? Maybe, just maybe, we could start to heal.
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I am hungry For a dream that sits beneath my rib cage Patiently waiting to burst
forth Blossom and breathe...
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Engulfed in an ocean of the past.... drowning in sorrows from what no longer exists. Save me, bring comfort to my aching heart. Sand below me, sun above,
grant me a new start...
