May it all align

I don’t want to be afraid anymore, of what could be, but likely never will. The worst things that I can imagine often flood parts of my mind that I’ve kept hidden quite well, unfortunately.

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I don’t want to be overly anxious about deferred dreams suddenly budding in open fields of delusion—and then cast my gaze downward in disappointment when I realize—that my core and truth were actually in a distant pasture.

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I don’t want to race time anymore because it’s too fast for me—its legs are stronger, and its arms are so much swifter than mine. I stare at analog time-keepers in amazement; ten years seems like just seconds ago. How’d you do it so quickly?

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I know that my mistakes and poor decisions are mountains that I scale in my sleep and hike back down slowly when I wake up—daily, but I’ve grown weary from the constant walking.

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I want to finally rest, and appreciate the journey as well as the view from where I sit. Rest.

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May it all align, in its proper time. 🕚💛

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