History is an accumulation of moments.
Periods of time that have stored events.
Spots where stockpiled emotions and thoughts have their meetings.
Words written down with the weight of all that seriousness.
Echoes that something mattered in each of those places.
And colors proving that they very much still do.
It's strange being close to stories and yet not wanting to be touched by them.
To advocate for silence and set tunes free in dreams.
To seek happiness and avoid the spicy landscapes where it hides.
To be overcrowded with uncomfortableness and be surprised that lonely exists in rooms filled with people.
To wish for change and be afraid that destination will be worse.
To stand up for blooms and sit down for the growth that needs debris.
It's confusing to be ruled out in the archives and hope tomorrow reads differently.
To hold the pen and hate lingering lines.
To let colors flow and somehow not be worn-out by them.
To quietly wish to be a different story and not be able to with loud things following.
For this is how it is while waiting for what's been on our stages to change.
In the not knowing what is around the bend but hoping things will go somewhat well and that the something that matters will be reached.
But history has made it far too easy for the assembly of emotions and thoughts to teach us who we are.
In the nearness of stockpiles whose weight has mattered more than who existed there.
Because real stuff coming from somewhere and going somewhere does not care about our preferences to only touch and be touched as we want.
But if we are going to be held back by the highlights beating separation into us, then we also have to talk about what's still connected in those natural environments.
Because better isn't pain's silence nor tomorrow's dreams but in building what makes us feel seen however, we have been and wherever we have yet to get to.
Standing and sitting are traveling together, inevitably we will have to choose once again and what can break us won't be the whatever moment, but whether that choice reminds us that we are the something that matters or not.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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