I am neither here nor there, my mind, set on tempests. While the heart, plainly beats. flowing words–hold me close; I am sanguine. Brimming with the rich redness of life, repose, and everything in-between. With nothing behind, I cry and cry in sweetness: bound to no thing other than me.
“Awaken,” I whisper to something inside of me, hoping to stir something; anything. I feel hollow and dreary like a metal pipe placed in an assembly of plumbage.
“You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.” — Life of Pi
“Life is not easy for any of us. But what of that? We must have perseverance and, above all, confidence in ourselves. We must believe that we are gifted for something and that this thing must be attained.” -Marie Curie
Bloom where you are planted.