sometimes the weekend wasn’t relaxing enough to face the monday
quietly drifting is a luxury that few understand is free
to heed the warning we must first pay attention to what’s around us
the bike is useless some will say, but others know wheels can be replaced
we set out a chair for the friends that we know and those we’ve yet to meet
imagination is how something that’s worn out is made into art
there’s a dignity to the quiet foundations that support our lives
there is a fine line between saving from the past and for the future
we wrongly believe that once potential is lost it cannot be found
a cup of coffee is the most used tool in the optimist’s toolbox
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