On the cusp of a moment
The person I see.
I’m aware, the minor keys will have her an impact
these versions may fade
the silence to speak
continual well-being of peace
internal wholness
awakening~Kindness sis. Krissy
On the cusp of a moment
The person I see.
I’m aware, the minor keys will have her an impact
these versions may fade
the silence to speak
continual well-being of peace
internal wholness
awakening~Kindness sis. Krissy
Jesus dispelled illusions of the mind- called casting out…
Someone once asked if I was real. Really, me? Online that is. In this day and age, I guess you have to ask.
No, I’m not a robot. No, I don’t pay for followers.
Yes, I’d rather have real people and real conversation. I’m just saying take that away and we’d lose human connection, human touch. One I’m not sure humanity would survive. Life is too fleeting, too precious not be real~Kindness sis Krissy
Practice the moments so dear and fleeting. That it is this very second: there are wings to fly. Wings that sing. Wings that soar. Wings that perch beneath the souls of man and call us home.~Kindness sis. Krissy
When the souls of the world press towards a sacred peace
the sun to smile in moments
the earth to bow her spirit’s seed
a cry for help so genuinely~Kindness sis. Krissy
In the shortest moment of reflection, I’ve realized the more I’ve attempted in making something of myself, the more miserable- I am in the making. ( I’m in no ways giving up, I’m just saying)
Comparing myself to others, degreed or scrutiny. Employable or lazy. Pursuit or retreat. Mediocracy or exceptional. You get the point. Comparing myself to a non-forgiving stigma of what success looks like or rather burdened with.
As it turns out, my life’s needs could use simplicity, not more judgmental compromise.
So in this same moment, I’m setting sail to rejuvenate the soul, small steps in simplicity. Stretching out, for longer walks in December. Watching the sunlight, melt frozen icicles on the rooftops. Smell more scented candles: lavender, citrus, vanilla, rosemary, and mint.
Love is a regurgitating thing, loving even the wounded and their wounds~ kindness sis. Krissy
I’m not trying to go crazy,
running from crazy only wind up losing my mind.~kindness sis. Krissy
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