I've trodded this entire state looking for simplicity and a warm fireplace but modern life is arduous and it delays
Its forgotten that community blooms where we sow patience, fear only ceases when we embrace it
So to seek outward is a fool's errand, and here I am, a fool like the rest, thinking about one foot forward and blaming sorrow on lack of progress when peace resides in each moment where we finally resist the push to be more than a miracle that shouldn't even exist
If that isn't enough then nothing ever will be I've spent my life giving up everything and the more I let go, the more it hurts, but at the same time, there is growth, and in wake of this understanding was an emptiness that made me feel whole:
An obvious sign that there is still nothing to be afraid of in the pull of the unknown