As antiquated as it sounds, I remember the anticipation of the wait.
how beautifully blind we are to ignore the smallest things in us,
How long does one let oneself flounder in this despair? Letting reaction be the norm?
When I’m feeling exhaustipated (my new favourite word) – the horrors that step through my thinking door!
beauty often begins in chaos
Panic gripped my being Fear clenched my heart. Incomprehensible!
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