Wanderlust

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I'm sick of these treatments My chest is numb Maybe I forgot to turn the light on again I'm missing something Life is missing something I'm pining for something I've never felt complete in my life I can't differentiate between appeasement and care Maybe there isn't a difference I stay on a private property now Over 50 acres with my hot ass feral cowgirl partner 42 horses, and wonderful people that care Living rent and utility free So why do I feel like something is missing? The winter months claim me

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I'm doing great 🫥

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Drives to Vass under gray skies

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When love was found

I kept my hope just like I'd hoped to

Then sang to the sea for feelings deep blue

And coming down

And we've had problems that we've grown through

But I bet you dream of what you could do

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Vibes

Wishing Well: https://music.youtube.com/watch?v=SjVyYFagYJM&feature=share

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You have to eat whatever is on your plate. Good feelings, bad feelings. You have to eat it and digest it. You can't sit at the dinner table forever. Life doesn't pause like that. If you aren't willing to digest your feelings, are you really living?

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I came to the river.

I sat on the pier

Watching the snakes run

Tracing the tree lines against the stars

It began to rain

It was cold and calming

Something that normally shocks your system

I am happy.

This is the first time I've been out with friends overnight in five years.

It's liberating.

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My work mom made me a thing.

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Watch Wait for Me on YouTube Music

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Watch Past Lives on YouTube Music

[metamorphesque]

— Blue Iris, Mary Oliver   

[ text ID: Now that I’m free to be myself, who am I? ]

[perfectquote]

“You never get over it. But you get to where it doesn’t bother you so much.”

— Unknown

[metamorphesque]

— Vladimir Nabokov, Mary

[ text ID: Nostalgia in reverse, the longing for yet another strange land, grew especially strong in spring. ]