I woke up this morning, and I realised my feet hurt.
I woke up and I realised my toes carry distinctively
shaped callus of dead skin.
I realised I needed to undo my shoelaces. I realised I
tie my sneakers too tight.
I woke up and I remembered I could do without shoelaces.
Just yesterday, it felt like my spirit drifts to emulate
gentleness of a stream.
And yet, my feet are stumble and I’m falling apart.
Of course, I smile and continue to probe the minds of stimulating
societies every day.
Now I have learnt; so much depends upon my ability to
inhale.
So much relies on my decision to confidently stand up and
decline.
So much depends upon the art of letting go, and a whole
lot on my intuition relating to indistinct quitting.
I woke up this morning, and I realised I needed to change
my story.
I woke up and I realised this cannot be my story.
I woke up and I remembered my story is different.
Yes, the sentiment to flip feminine fellas askew is
common.
But, I have defined and seamlessly managed the most
dreadful pains espoused by my heart.
How have you?
On a normal day, I walk on parallel and ultimately
conflicting paths throughout.
Where have you been?
There’s something wrong with all of us. At least my
qualms exist in the past.
I woke up this morning, and I realised my life begins
today.
I woke up and I realised I’m unclear of your story nor
are you an expert in mine.
I woke up and I remembered only I can undo my bondages.
I woke up and I remembered my story is different.
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