I am here

I am here
though I wonder where that is
a trail heading forward
or winding back around
a bridge crossing the stream
steady
strong
a few wobbly planks

I am here
looking in every direction
testing which way the wind blows
scattering my thoughts like pollen
following each nudge forward
curious
brave
imperfections are beautiful

I am here
dancing with my thoughts
listening to my life
singing my own song
the words float through the air
cartwheeling
tumbling
but always, I am here
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untwisted creations – Etsy

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Live

Breathe.

Laugh.

Hug.

Watch a movie.

Taste the dry bitter wine at my favorite restaurant.

Go to California.

Wake up in Santa Cruz.

Walk on the beach and laugh at all the shit that got me there.

Sleep.

Dream.

Wake-up.

Cry.

Hold hands.

Remember.

Forget… again.

Listen to Adele.

Run.

Run… faster.

Run… longer.

Run… in Santa Cruz.

Fly first class.

Take the train.

Take the subway… in New York.

Be published.

Breathe… some more.

Make out.

Make up.

Make art.

Hike.

Read.

Be forgiven.

Be remembered.

Be small.

Be big.

Yell.

Whisper.

Wear a little black dress.

Trust… again.

Be trusted… again.

Listen.

Listen… to the wind in the dense trees.

Drive.

Drive… a moped.

Drive… a convertible

Drive… a convertible in Santa Cruz.

Create.

Enjoy.

Remember… “not busy being born is busy dying.”

Sigh.

Think.

Love.

Conjure a story from nothing.

Breathe — deep, often, purposeful.

Live.

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