Writer’s unblock.
The competition and criticism against conviction.
Self-imposed isolation though not alone.
The fork in the road that feels like a knife that can’t cut through the sliver where.
The sound of silence.
On the apex in the vortex.
Tears of joy rocking in the sockets.
Crack but don’t quack when He quakes.
Imaginary goodness and fitness can no longer deceive at a funeral.
I’m sorry. You’re right.
It’s never too late to be early meaning that decisions are always earlier than the future. Knowing this, timing and patience become triumphant over fear-based procrastination.
Hurt but no longer offended.
Going back to day won.
Harmony precedes the action that leads to harmony.