The good flowed yesterday
It stumbled, but remained.
I was not counting on it staying till morning
Now that it’s morning,
And it’s still here,
I’m not going to break the flow,
In the name of why.
I’m going to keep moving,
And watch myself move
To find my common thread.
I am a writer with an extremely active imagination. I love learning answers to questions and what makes everything and everyone tick. I am a "Unique case, medically" if nothing else. I am flawed in my extreme aversion to failure (even when "success" isn't good for me,) but have come a long way in ditching the perfectionist mindset. I like people whose default setting toward others is compassion, an open mind, and honesty View more posts
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