A morning I woke carried off by the butterflies of the night before.
No toss nor turn
No dream
Perhaps for once reality was somewhere I wanted to be
Familiar and new faces bring comfort to me.
Just as the scent of coffee and sparks in the air light my soul.
No moment in this company is dull.
Just as the storm clouds roll in and darken the day. The sun always finds it way. Washed away is yesterday’s mourning. I am rejuvenated by the gift of blithely smiles that come as abundant as the still falling raindrops.
Not long ago the only drops were the tears of doubt. But this day I stand strong
This day I live gratefully
This day I trust the lessons my fates have laid out for me.
This day
Absolutely Everything Was Okay.
Aug 19, 2025
Aug 19, 2025 at 7:12 PM UTC
A morning I woke carried off by the butterflies of the night before.
No toss nor turn
No dream
Perhaps for once reality was somewhere I wanted to be
Familiar and new faces bring comfort to me.
Just as the scent of coffee and sparks in the air light my soul.
No moment in this company is dull.
Just as the storm clouds roll in and darken the day. The sun always finds it way. Washed away is yesterday’s mourning. I am rejuvenated by the gift of blithely smiles that come as abundant as the still falling raindrops.
Not long ago the only drops were the tears of doubt. But this day I stand strong
This day I live gratefully
This day I trust the lessons my fates have laid out for me.
This day
Absolutely Everything Was Okay.
