The End of Words #380

Buy the stories and unwritten is a predictable read.

Juggle conditions for happiness and lack confines hope.

Breathe in debris and fade resistant art keeps being put out. 

Listen to certain moments and doubt’s potential climbs.

Endure familiar conversations and possibilities remain in a state of not now if ever.

Repeat thoughts and the mirror will only reflect pain. 

Try to get out from under those considerations and the dark time-stamps reasons to stay.

For that is what we do with the true events that crawl their way through the rooms of our homes.

And then it becomes an act of futility convincing ourselves that how negativity has carried our sense of identity is anything other than the truth.

Because uncertainty’s use has cultivated an abundance of disregard for seeing ourselves within the language of what is possible for us.

As if the safety we have found in doubting would somehow be betrayed if we were to question its opportunistic movements in our stories. 

And yet the dynamic sincerity of doubt didn’t designate itself as only being a destroyer, but a lack of curiosity has kept it within that realm.

Read the pages and variety means that there has never been a perfect plan. 

Unfasten joy and hope harvests light for journeys with stormy days.

Appreciate messy art and both love and sorrow will share the dance of the same color.

Nurture mistakes and grieving is victorious in fostering wisdom.

Question what is said, and shadows can’t form into darkness.

Envision happiness in the mirror and the present slowly reverses yesterday’s predictions.  

Doubt the doubt and fadeproof artwork is just a part of learning to love sometime warriors. 

If hope is meant to change what binds us, then its intent is to also disengage us from the end of words whose focus is on what has already been.    

Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell