I can't help but be moved by what others might call "mundane"
The red sun rising at the brink of the sky at dawn
The sweet drizzle of rain falling on the tired flowers in my lawn
The consistent yet powerful sea waves crashing against the shore
The unexplained desire to talk to the moon once more
Finding something or someone that stirs your soul is a blinding force
Movement isn't necessarily physical
Rather, it's whatever makes your spirit fly freely
Like a bird that has suddenly discovered that the cage was broken
-Currently listening to "Movement" by Hozier.
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Beyond This Mortal Life
PoetryA poetry book that feels like a warm hug from an old friend. Beyond This Mortal Life is full of poems on self-love, navigating through the dark times, mental health issues, and how to believe in yourself when no else does. Official Spotify Playlist:...
