wouldn’t it be nice wouldn’t it be nice never to argue never to feel pain never let rudeness ruin a day wouldn’t it be nice to stretch out close eyes breathe deeply sigh into the moment relax into the day wouldn’t it be nice hearing only the sounds of the trees
survivor you can struggle all your life to survive by just hanging on using all your might to get a grip but never letting defeat pass your lips the strength to face each adversity lay in your roots in your core there is a stored
anxiety isn’t the enemy if i could bathe away fear i would soak for days finding ways to convince myself anxiety isn’t the enemy coming to grips with apprehension is growth they say baby steps i feel more like a crawl wanting my security blanket that was tossed
when dusk claims the day what remains true in your heart when all lies have been dispersed when words wait no longer when light dims as night begins to fall what remains in your heart a longing to live or curl up and wither away falling with the
harvest – mission this field lay not barren hay bales in wait to be gathered gray is not the feel of this day or any other that is your choosing time has come to plow through confusion end vacillation
she-wolf beauty was seen by the observer serenity seemed to surround her being she unaware of others for her intent was in the gaze was it prey she studied was it her long lost pup was she in a trance of
