i stood in the rubble of the mimosas trees today
laughing so hard i'm crying
as they burn and crumble and smolder
i never believed
there would be life here
ever again
but through my tears
i see a little bud
of something green
piercing the earth
beneath my feet
so
in absolute awe
i stand back
and watch it grow
leaning into the daylight
and think to myself
"perhaps i'll do the same"
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Serenity - A Journal Of Some Sort
RandomThey tell me that what I create is chaos. But what I create is the only thing that brings me serenity. ~ warning: this book abruptly switches from deep personal narratives to really random stuff so hop on and enjoy the ride
