at others with new eyes.That flower you passed yesterday is not the same flower. However slight she has changed.
To see her with “old eyes”, to look at her through your mind, is to deny the flower & yourself of today’s beauty.
You, I, We … are the flowers ♥️
We are to marry our demons,
I ached for you. The longing a hunger. I looked and could not find you. And then I stopped… And saw you were always there. ❤️ Michelle k Roberton.
There comes a time when the letting go of the external world and all that we have been taught about HOW to be human, needs withdrawing from, so we may
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