I am the one who decides, the one with a pure heart. I am the one who changes.
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I am the one who decides, the one with a pure heart. I am the one who changes.
It's redemption or nothing
You lit up my world, even as it fell apart. But you aren't equipped for this rebuilding.
The gardens, or whatever I choose from what I’m given, is great. My trajectory looks fabulous. I was honest, after a whole year, and the pain feels like freedom. I got to spend a little more time, then say how I feel, and now I get to move forward. Down, and up, down and up. It feels so strange, so hollow, and so heartbreaking. I love how I finally just did that. I love to see the courage. I have heard it all before, seen it all before, that it will cost everything. Everything will fall apart. The barn will burn and you’ll look to the moon.
And live in your body– this new lifestyle will be paramount, the focal thing. I finally have clearance from my demons to join Now with Me. How about that?
I think before we knew You is when we knew You the best
Why does the moth flit from blade to blade in the grass?
Why do the sparrows dart from cloud to cloud?
How do all these close-set eyes see that I am made of glass,
And the flint of these arrows abandon their bows in the crowd?
I am certain we are all drawn to the rituals and traditions which heal and resurrect the wounded and buried self, and those will change.
The way out is in