Resolutions run out when their effort
outweighs the return on our investment.
For a life founded on the fulfillment of
micro-goals feels more to me like freedom.
As I continue learning, in this chaotic choir practice,
I aspire to always be improving;
evolving into the best version of me.
With integrity acting as the oil spill inside my soul,
I intend to act accountable for me.
Through ownership of the intricacies of my insanity,
I embark on an adventure that explores my energy.
With every instant observed through the lens of gratefulness,
I am here.
I am present.
And simplest yet,
I am.
Time stood still for nary a soul, it dragged its feet, aching and old. Blistering heat that made us melt, we were once softer than silk felt. Hallowed hearts wind whistled through, covered in bruises, black and blue. Hardly broken, but maybe bent, running on empty and love spent. There comes a day in all our lives, when our failures cut deep as knives. But you shall remain a triumph, you stayed with me, like a science. Words were whispered, curses, we'd shout, until the blood drained from our mouths. Yesterday—softer than silk felt; seems like all we do these days is yell.
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