When I began writing this blog I can see that I was deeply unhappy,
and in reading it now I feel sad for me;
Pity was not my goal, and if you happen to read it,
Let it not be your role.
I just need to share my story.
Awaken your senses....
When I open my infant eyes is when I can realize and idealize life all around and within my wind, you win; i win.
the world continues to spin. I let go of past pains and feel every drop of rain right now it cascades down and I turn into a clown. I'm three again with mud to my knees, drenched from rain, covered in debris. It's nice to be happy, it's great to be free, even sweeter is the victory. Of life surrounding grounding everything in the path. It's crumbling and soft. Sweet. Like the poem I wrote for 7th grade, I can't remember the title, but still have the binded book. If I was never published anywhere else. You should know I have stories.
Tuesday, December 10, 2019
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