In those moments...
Between something and nothing...
As you hold out your hands...
You can feel the weight upon your fingertips
The world...
Push and surging...
Time doing what it does best
Always moving...
Changing...
As this day turns into the next
We are continued works in progress
Whether its the sweet smell of spring
Or the cold bite of winter
We are the architect of existence
Let the passing of darkness be the beginning of a new page written
Memories never leave us...
They just get further out of reach as years pass us by
Allow them to be the treasures
The stories that get told
A masterpiece to hold...
We are the artist drawing
Painting with the most vibrant colours and shades
Be not afraid to venture outside the box
Limitations are only the boundaries we place upon ourselves
We build up our courage from conviction
A designer by choice of living
And a survivor out of necessity
Because we are our own definition given
And are never too broken to be healed.
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