of life, fresh air, acts of kindness
old soul conversations, watching
things grow, listening to the rain as
it empties its heart toward earth.
Remembering the times I ran through
it unafraid, spontaneous, freedom
filled. I find pure joy in the joy of
others. I am drunk on simplicity and
nostalgia, and old thrift shops run by
volunteers who just want to change
the world one human at a time. I greet
the morning with eyes that still have
remnants of pain but will see their way
through it. I am determined to create
something beautiful every day, whether
art, or peace, or a path for those who
are lacking in light. I wish for nothing
more than soft hands filled with giving,
this is where I find my rest.
- ullie-kaye
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