lost in the frozen . ice on the window, outside . loses interest
even when covered in snow, a bench can’t pretend to not be a bench
to find happiness we must be comfortable alone with ourselves
if we do not love ourselves, we cannot share love with anyone else
until we find peace in ourselves, we won’t find it in anyone else
when we understand our reactions to strange things we can know ourselves
every moment gives us a chance to define who we want to be
things, when discarded tell the story of ourselves and what we value
to just be yourself it helps to first understand who it is you are
when you find yourself intrigued by the day to day you have found yourself
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