Everything is complex on journeys where love and hate are wrapped in paper shields.
Where dreams lie and hope is tall while shadows are wider.
Where colors bloom and flowers stand still while debris moves.
Where breathing labors and living has been more while existing remembers.
Where storms roll and perfect hinders while imperfect rides flexibility.
Where marks bleed and heavy is loud while still here carries.
Everything is complex in gardens where friends and strangers live in the mirror.
Where weeds grow and lost and found follow hope around looking for safety.
Where thoughts repeat and truth and lies give hugs of a lifetime.
Where lonely draws and laughter and smiles bargain for belonging.
Where happy pretends and seen and heard inhale being ignored.
Where standby confuses and tears and pain scream in urgency.
Everything is complex in stories where words sound better somewhere else.
Where yesterday lights up and today and tomorrow balance out too.
Where goals flourish and storms and darkness are absent.
Where happy flows and hope and change aren't necessary.
Where dragons sleep and perfect and imperfect have never met.
Where love falls and beauty and happily-ever-after walk hand in hand.
Everything is complex when bridges over troubled waters are built with paper shields.
Everything is complex through the war of words that add and remove understanding.
Everything is complex when all of those lines exist over the pages of the very same story, but the realization of that integration is missing.
When words are our own, happiness gets all the attention, but durable is the only reason it's worthy of applause.
Have the best day POSSIBLE for you. Love Always, Heavell
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