Lavender skies as the sun peaks to its fully graceful rise.
There is nothing more beautiful than the silence of this morning.
I've tamed my thoughts as they rest calmly in the corridors of my mind.
The silence is beckoning, gently and innocent.
Freedom, my cherished freedom, I have been searching so long for you.
Only to find you once I stopped searching the cracked corners of my existence.
YOU ARE READING
Eunoia
Poetry{ONGOING} Poetry from the mending mind ❝I am soft again, there is water and it surrounds me, there is feeling and I can feel it, I am awake and alive and swollen and heavy with love, I am changing and I am loving change.❞ © AVA
