Vania Writes

The 100 Day Project

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the road not taken that I took

I am going to a place never been  a place where happiness is found where healing & growth for others occur where in the morning the sun shines through helping the plants bloom 

I take this road as a way to follow my inner intuition to be free and not trapped by the shinny things but, by the hearts I touch 

I scream of joy and with actions to make an impact in my community I scream at others to follow and abandon fear that stops us 

this journey might cost my life duration time becomes irrelevant as long as we’re on the way to making progress like ginger flavor spicing up our senses with strong devotion 

although stones may trap my feet I’ll remember to keep bonds close to look up at the sky and count my blessings in the stars  to bathe in salt water and let the sweat wash off 

in this traveling truck that never stops   i’ll continue singing to the songs that come along

-V

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Day 2

Since the evening I spent breathing deeply breathing at my friend’s gathering,

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fresh orange juice

early morning footsteps the same whistling sound coming from his lips as he heads downstairs

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intrusive thoughts

my breath is constricted by the size of my chest I can’t let this night end the thought of going back to what once was but changed by what…

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moment to transcend

doors locked and our shoes resting out front