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Jun 2020
Watching the waves come in.
Feeling the wind blow over my skin
as the sun sits high in the sky and clouds roll by, just trying to stay connected.

So many dimensions, so much going on. Just trying to remain calm and keep my eyes wide, to keep from being pulled under and drowned by the high tide of the current tensions and emotions.

To be detached and not react, they'll say that you must not care.
It's such a balancing act so I do my best to pick and choose my words with care.
In the end it's all spiritual.
Trapped in this temporary physical skin, still I must be aware because they never fail to forget in letting you know of which body you reside in.
So it's a balance
of speaking up and traveling in and out of worlds,
all while trying to keep my feet planted so that I don't lose my mind.
So I find solace in the wind that blows over my skin, and within these rays of sunshine.
Apollo Hayden
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