a life spiraling out of control
unable to get a firm grip
on the steering wheel of life.
deadpan electric whispers
that reverberates through my being
my soul captivated by this darkness.
hush, hush
a mother's soothing voice
that calms these nerves of mine
to better see the world.
no longer hyperventilating
heart rate coming back to a normal pace;
pumping steadily
slowly
as a peaceful calm settles over my thoughts.
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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