they still don’t come easy. words. i’ve been lost for years now. lost in living. in doing. in the rut that life is. i go and don’t know why…

i walk the blocks to get from point A to B. and really, what does this accomplish when i forget the in between. the examination of all that’s caught in the middle…

there is more life in a mess, in a big ball of tangle than in the ordinary or the “normal” we stamp on ourselves…

there is beauty in the magic. one little spark can show you a whole world of amazing…

and here i am, stuck walking around because i’ve forgotten i’ve got wings…

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