As the seasons ebb and flow, I learn that so do I.
Things that would of worked in times past, no longer serve. Mentalities that have been held for as long as i can remember, decay. I yearn to sprout and blossom into who I have always meant to be, but the weeds are always there crushing me...do I give in? Give up? Do I surrender? No. A short respite before I plunge onward, ever moving towards the sun.
Things that would of worked in times past, no longer serve. Mentalities that have been held for as long as i can remember, decay. I yearn to sprout and blossom into who I have always meant to be, but the weeds are always there crushing me...do I give in? Give up? Do I surrender? No. A short respite before I plunge onward, ever moving towards the sun.
As the seasons ebb and flow, I learn that so do I.
Things that would of worked in times past, no longer serve. Mentalities that have been held for as long as i can remember, decay. I yearn to sprout and blossom into who I have always meant to be, but the weeds are always there crushing me...do I give in? Give up? Do I surrender? No. A short respite before I plunge onward, ever moving towards the sun. 🌞🌅🌻
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