Clear your head dread
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“Sometimes you’re going to feel it, other times you’re not”. The statement of the day I wrote down so I wouldn’t forget…
Life is my job and while I’m working I give it all I got. I lead with all that I have and what I lack in, I bask in. The ambience of my family fills in anything left open. Protecting the wounds that can’t seem to stay closed. Basking in the ambiance like a bee would in the pollen of a darkly colored flower.
Opening up as an admirer of the rose; bringing me to my next reflection, “Love is not unsure yet still changes like the seasons”.
I suppose as I interpret it like a bubble bath; the water's ideas, thoughts, and questions. My mind, acting as the tub, mixing in with the bubbles which signify my dreams now picture the drain working as knowledge emptying all the queries, inquisition, and personal ideals out.
There are dreams left that will eventually dissolve. Remember that the drain is a part of the tub and after its all filled up and drained the one thing that remains is the brain; doing its job.
