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Jun 2015
Influences begin to dance around like subtle hints of mistakes I've learned from in this life, a constant reminder that there is less a time line, and more a time mind... a frame within the frame within a frame of my life I've just recently come to calm tides and found the waves began to break, from nothing.
Which is everything, which is empowering to some
The fears of irrational thinking left the homeland shaking with irrational fears of failing, when we've got nothing left to prove
Who are you?

Where are you?

What are you, doing? Are you, Being? And if not, whats the purpose of it all, exhausting precious particles while banging your head against its own walls will leave the internal frame work bent. A structure meant to prosper yet drowning in it's own water, when did we as a species, a society, a community, begin to think that success was "Everything...?"

If you ask me it's the trial and error and mistakes that become breaks and the moments we create to remind ourselves,
We are loved...
We are whole...
We are completely unique and that in it's own right is enough....to believe, that there is not a single living being exactly as me, is a little bit refreshing..... I am becoming, I am dancing on the whispers of the wind in the bed of my dreams that I created as I fell asleep

To wake up to my own reality is enough, if you ask me.
Sarah Alana Cayton
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