The sun rises in a smile. The cresent of waxing light. The wind through my window. The smile of a friend. The new friend i make. The old friend i hug. The beauty of the glowing.
Good intentions all along. A phone call. A voicemail. A text. A phone call. Everything changes in the blink of an eye.
Life is a circle. It bends in directions, it promises new adventures, but at the funeral of the day, you sit at the same window and smile into the sun even when the shadows are strong.
This is about change. This is about moving. Forward, backward, sideways, it all hurts. It requires thought. Stillness. Solitude. Close the door on the loud hallway and sit.
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