to be prepared is to know that whatever comes you will be okay
sometimes music speaks in such an urgent voice, it stops you in your tracks
a lack of color is an attempt to control imagination
to move forward we must treat history as just a memory
we love to label things and places we don’t own but want to possess
either on or off is not the answer for a complicated world
when things don’t make sense in our daily lives, we hope they will in our dreams
woken by the rain i could lie here all day, but the coffee awaits
the quiet person likely has a lot to say but chooses not to
a splash of color is all it would take to make neutral disappear
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