we often feel stuck but we’re really just locked and need to find the key
in the cold night air as we rush home to get warm beauty is ignored
rather than see the possibilities, we see the limitations
we once required patience in order to make memories special
how we spend our time is the only thing we have full control over
why are we festive at winter’s beginning and not at winter’s worst
even the obsurd seen frequently, can become a reality
there are those days when the notebook stares back at you waiting for something
beauty will find us but we will not notice if we are not awake
it’s not in our best interests to only see what we’re looking for
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