the city quiets and everything slows down as the snow piles up
the farther we are away from the source, the more the shadow is blurred
when content to dream rather than do, we open doors within ourselves
a positive word always travels quietly in ways we don’t know
what we’ve forgotten can still come back and haunt us as lost memories
there’s always a route around the barriers that pop up in our path
the fear of drifting is in giving up control we don’t really have
without exploring we never truly achieve a true sense of home
you’re not wasting time if you are doing something that your soul requires
the unusual if it’s seen often enough will become normal
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