Happiness is sliding into laughter with effortless generosity.
An expansion of the breath without instructions from narratives.
A match with the kind of success that the heart knows intimately.
Until temporary appearances move it into something to long for.
Dreams are a leap forward to ideal moments offered somewhere down the line.
An ecosystem where hearts and minds will be lovingly embraced.
Pictures of flowers hung on walls to light up darkened rooms.
Until the loss from fires makes them something to long for.
Love is a song that fully believes in how it fits into a home.
Strength to carry backpacks that can't be given away.
A commitment to saving alone under the title of all right.
Until the inconvenience of difficult connections turns it into something to long for.
When wanted things sit in preferences, it's perfect fuel for the stuff supportive language is made of.
But when they shift positions, suddenly those aspects are enrolled under suffering and failings.
The fallout of the very same words hollering in the other kind of weather just as they have frolicked in the one, we enjoy them in.
As if it isn't just the dragons wreaking havoc but the sun hating upon us as well.
As if a certain amount of preserved right moments would finally make imperfect less sticky.
But in some ways, those patches of desired things make us more dependent on a value that we think they solely hold.
On their implied safety that doesn't even bother to mention the ingredients needed for the days that are the opposite of lovely.
And their script that fails to point out that messy neighbors emerging from behind curtains doesn't cause happiness, dreams or love to evacuate.
In artistry, words are inconvenient because what we notice limits how they are used.
And that impact is felt when dressed-down details take while leaving behind the remains of us in silence.
For it is the matching things standing in different positions that fill up our homes with contrasting information about what artists are actually capable of.
We are all about the good and the colorful but when the days that we have show up with none of that, lean in because there is nothing that says only one kind of weather produces freedom.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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