There is a particular word over here.
It doesn't wait for some moment.
Doesn't care about the weather.
Doesn't know moderation.
Doesn't care what it represents.
And it doesn't fear the dark.
Now that word is over there.
Still not focused on some moment.
It doesn't even consider the weather.
Doesn't limit itself.
Doesn't point at good or bad.
And it doesn't need any reasons to be.
Once again, the word is on the move.
A moment plays a role in its pacing.
The weather accommodates it.
Songs fight to use it.
Lines are bloated by it.
And all that is, is bonded with it.
That certain word watching the thoughts and feelings that come and go.
Joining in on the ride towards either the sadness or the happiness.
The agreement of carrying the cracks cruelly or gently.
The shock of lingering in the gossip on the streets or shuffling its own pages.
The loss of the gardener in the garden or the commitment to the cycles of not pretty and pretty.
And the awkwardness of abiding with that familiar argument, as if it's complete.
That particular word calling upon perfect moments to flourish but finding itself stuck within the hurt.
Wishing to be supported but mostly ignored.
Praying for change while convictions stay stable.
And hearing the talk in other stories but never like it should in its own.
Every moment is in a relationship with us.
Through the images and feelings that continue to blast us.
And even a certain word that we believe was not embodied in the right way.
But none of that is meant to be where we remain in our face-to-face connection with some moment.
That while a previously unhappy word may not have been a good look, it is still open to being livable.
And that an attachment that has taken so much over the years was never the final say about anything.
Because while influence may start in some moment and continue with a particular word, the real story begins when writing for us and not the impact.
Making offers until we figure out the one that helps us to show up for ourselves.
The one that understands that many different things can be in the same space.
Like how not enough over there was really enough not being seen in all the ways that it exists and updating that line is a part of change.
Because flowers don't need perfect moments to bloom, but they do need us in order to flourish.
Have the best day, POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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