it's a lot about letting birds fly and dodging poop. it's more about my own wings and bending bars. taking roads i wanna go down instead of being dragged down. feeling completion of things taught even if they aren't chosen. wishing well to others and that they have eyes to see their way cause mine no longer lent.
<<<<<<it's straight ahead where I run into me>>>>>>
it's not about goodbyes or apologies, but humble surrender of prayerful love. suitcase full of memories that when opened, explode the giggles of childhood. it's permission to be me, to be free. no titles, no expectations, no demands of unspoken duties. more than anything it is...just...merely... time...
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