there are moments and compositions of moments that gather daily to create my day. strong moments where i have all of the right words. brief moments where humanity is evident. quiet moments when my thoughts betray my mouth. louder moments yet that reveal too much in brazen honesty. shame and wickedness. shamelessness and integrity. dramatic undertakings and crusades of the heart, coupled with an understanding that gravity is only as heavy as we make it. daily i concede to the orchestrated and carefully woven texture that composes all of the hours. and here i like to mention that i’m paying attention, always paying attention.
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