sometimes what we wish for comes suddenly,
and we struggle to be with this longed for reality.
sometimes the mind and dreaming,
become no longer a refuge, but a cage.
sometimes we bless the sunset,
but rush through the day...blind to the nuances of light playing with us every hour.
sometimes we do these things again!
then try and hide in yesterday, rather than simply in the less than ideal now.
I am blessed, and added to, and happy to explore my complicated, chaotic me too.
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