I know life comes like a wave at you at full speed, washing over you and turning up over again and again -
but it's okay to have hope when everyone else has let go.
it's okay to be the person believing in stardust and 11:11 wishes.
it's okay to be the person pressing flowers into a journal or having a coin collection.
- in the pace of the day, it's okay to have to time to breathe.
some time to spend doing something just for yourself.
and maybe one day we'll be able to surf this wave.
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Prismatic Memories
Poetry"i. they tell me they cannot comprehend art. where art is, whispers reside. ii. i tell them that the only art i need are the words that bleed onto paper. iii. they tell me it doesn't work that way. there are compromises for art. sports. scie...
