Maybe the sun was out and shinin bright for you today. The kinda day where trees pass and streams exhale. Only to make more of a time warp. Already the ponds have been covered in a single layer of cerulean colored damsel flies. Some call it a "swimmin hole" and others just call it. call it how it is not ever what it is. Because in the end "how" is the truth in question. So lets all glide around on hollowed out exoskeletons, avoiding the day we gotta let one in, and soon the day will pass where we all just grin.
Finally feel my heart turning back to its true light. Hearts are the most powerful when they are given the space and challenge at times. And given time at times. And love always. If even the smallest bit of your heart (the one you don't realize is there most of the time) rots with any sort of negative feeling it will inevitably block a pathway. A pathway that is vital in the opening of the heart.
How you gon' win if you aint right within?
Goodnight!
Sprout Out
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