what we choose to bring with us into the future should be beautiful
on a cold morning talk of the weather is a hot button issue
in each shadow cast there’s a story being told if we will listen
there is a challenge in separating what’s said from who’s saying it
sometimes, tucked away in plain sight are memories we had forgotten
the stream doesn’t care how much water it carries it goes with the flow
the path i follow isn’t the same direction as the tracks were laid
even subtle change can seem sudden when it comes unexpectedly
even the smallest things can make an impression that lasts a lifetime
there’s a street nearby that i’d never walked; and a closed used bookstore where i never shopped
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