Be kind to yourself while blooming. I know sometimes it feels like your soul doesn’t always fit. It’s all a part of the process.
I felt a tremendous distance between me and everything real.
I’m always soft for you, that’s the problem. You could come knocking on my door five years from now and I would open my arms wider and say ‘come here, it’s been too long, it felt like home with you.’
I’ll go to the forest
I’ll drink my rum under the trees
I’ll wait ‘til the stars come out
And track them with my fingers
I’ll anticipate the depth of time and space
I’ll ponder the history of existence
And I’ll question dimensionality
Energy, like you, has no beginning and no end. It can never be destroyed. It is only ever shifting states.