I have been trying to piece together my shattered brain & heart; been working on this for years. Yet I feel like I'm just starting. It never truly ends. Some things fade. Some things get buried. Some things you think you've erased; but they come back, fragmented and fairytale storied. Somethings stick; they stay. All things remain; but not always the same. I feel as if I have been running still all my life; hiding in plain sight inside my mind. Beaten. Broken Spirited. Cautiously awkward. Hunched down. Backed into a corner. Waiting for that moment; because this life is one continuous battle; in order to live; survive; thrive; you have to fight. Know when to take a punch. Know when to throw one. Know when to tuck and roll. Show Up. Sometimes not showing up really is the answer. Silence speaks volumes. I have learned that it's the silent and quietest individual that can clear a room the quickest; and thats just brilliantly awesome. Learn how to fall properly. Relax. Breathe. Believe; get back up. Keep going. Keep Fighting. The Turtle always wins the race, hare.
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