There's a degree of randomness to our thoughts,
an unbridled chaos of firing neurons,
that words can't express.

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The winter it said,
The valiant who conquered
Who endured who anchored,
Now cherish the spring
As long as it lasts;
For I will return,
For I am eternal
For I will test
The lessons of your past.

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I'm oblivious to the sun
for my morning starts with you,
and your light,
that shines brighter
than any star
could ever shine on me.

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When your faith
begins to falter,
in things you once believed;
your heart begins
to weigh you down
and you just seek release

Listen to the sound
of the universe.
It beckons you to see,
you're stardust and cosmos
among things momentary

You will see eternity.

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There is a moment in the sky, when the sun is touching the horizon, a concoction of crimson, purple, and gold, neither of them distinguishable from the other. You can't tell if it's dusk or dawn, if it's rising or setting.
I'm at that point in my life, perplexed if it's my impending doom or glorious resurrection.

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I know, you feel like it's the end, like the gloomy aftermath of a catastrophe you can't seem to recover from.
I know there are nights you feel this void within you, and the very hope of being whole seems like a futile struggle. 
What you're going through is a change more profound than anything you will ever know, it's okay to be skeptical.
Take your time, fill the cracks in your heart with sunrise, laughter and memories.
One thing I know for sure is that it takes immense courage to have your world flipped over and still keep going, keeping it all in.
Perhaps you don't see it yet, the castles in your heart and the stars in your head; you're tending to your wounds but know this, there's more to you than yesterday.

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We hold forever in our eyes,
What slips between our fingers.

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How we survive becomes a part of us.

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For too long I've drifted
in this ocean of life;
eyes searching shore
palm trees and sand

For too long I've been carried
rudderless, by these waves;
and I just want to swim
to my despair or distant land.

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People who've weathered storms
know that the quiet isn't always safe,
sometimes it's the centre
of all disorder around it.

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