moving forward


breathing life

  I am not the stories I’ve told those are yours I simply breathed life into them for you to share them with the world let them be blown away, gently from the breath of source I am the observer…

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when you’re not looking

moving on happens when you’re not looking it sneaks up on you when you’re busy doing other things new lips brush gently against her  face on a cold night unexpected he beams when sunlight spills into the room as if…