It’s different reading in black and white and living in colorful frames.
It’s different being bound for hope and stopping because it looks dissimilar.
It’s different being in this moment and aligned with where time has stood still.
It’s different needing the biggest hug and not wanting to be seen.
It’s different being blinded by the sun and simultaneously existing in a storm.
It’s different sowing seeds in the trenches and just experiencing the debris.
It’s different hiding tears on the outside and crying on the inside.
It’s different holding the same words page after page and being the writer.
It’s different being a forest and making it irrelevant because of some trees.
It’s different disliking the artwork and grabbing the same colors.
And it’s different listening intently to fear’s communications and ignoring bravery’s quieter voice.
But just because we have spent a lot of time stumbling in that different, as if we are suitable with it, it doesn’t mean that we must continue to accept it’s offers.
We can study the ambiguous nature of our frames.
We can get a better look at loving ourselves on journeys where hope fails.
We can pause to take the deep breath that suspended moments left out.
We can be a friendly face to the person in the mirror.
We can be both happy and sad at the same time.
We can notice that flowers welcome even the messiest of nourishment.
We can accept that tears on the inside are a valid response on the outside.
We can view that a word is only a word until our puzzle pieces create what it means in us.
We can commend the rest of our home while caring for the hell that lives there too.
We can start tomorrow’s art by practicing we the colors and styles.
And we can take different steps in response to the old obstacles that we hear from dragons.
There is a pattern of speech that keeps us unknowingly loyal to exactly what we don’t want by having us believe that we are compatible with what came to be.
And yet acknowledging the emotions that dwell behind our smiles isn’t the same as being those unlikable moments for we are individuals worthy of the space to be loved in and out of the fray of our stories.
The walk is long, but it gets easier when the build-up of that different moves out of the way for the talk that encourages works of art to listen to their hearts.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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