A restless promise reverberating in our bones, patiently awaits the commitment that will define its fate – placated not by intention without the follow through that carries thought into the world and blends reality with the dreams of a mind allowed to wander, allowed to take the steps needed to change the stench permeating our egregious actuality – crafted from an unseen voice into more than a compulsion, slowly building sway until it demands our recognition – our cognition won’t be forgiven without the fruition of its potentiality – the restless promise within us all is seeking our permission to soar; is awaiting our decision to just be more.

 

 

Painting our illusions in 108 words a day.

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