If my current ways can no longer carry me, I don’t want to row in that boat any longer.
I stand face-to-face with dark yet kind-gestured storm clouds that smile at me with secrets of splendor; and just like a song, I sing right back at them with fierce ocean eyes asking them to “sway towards me”——I want the change, & the thirst, & the mess, & the surge, & the growth, & the freedom, & the creativity——I want the alchemy of it all to charge at me like a dance with no shoes.
We were never created for comfy.
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