In mayhem, I have decided to stay course to echo and reverb of the desert, nature’s call. I have no profound mastery of anything nor a heart of gold. Built like steel.
I hope no one ever suffers tragedy, only to grieve. It’s been so apparent in my life. A year and change, figuratively. I hope that’s okay. Something with grace.
No pity to be stolen and no judgement to be revoked. I hear you and acceptance round the corner. A judgement free circle, how rare. Blabbering fool. I’m on zero.
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