The first signs of frailly has touched the leaves, beauty of change is in the air. I feel alive and in touch today. The solace of true love and the truest sense of letting go fill the air in a pungent sense of urgency and calm together that I've not until today been comfortable with. The indigo sky whispers to me and says, "come play, it's safe out here now, you've let them all runaway ...your path is clear my son."
If I choose to adhere the world is ours my love, if not, it will stifle me, removing will like a constrictor. But my pessimism is on that back burner today. I choose to look forward to our season of change. The sun with the rain is true beauty.
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