without becoming pictures

By lani

Take these thoughts.

I can't breathe
for the things I see
and the things I want
and I long to be.

Earlier today, I sand these lyrics loudly on my way back from work, thinking all too much and often about what would come and how we'd get there. A somewhat inauspicious start to the year, neither entirely unexpected or expected.

Not long after, J and I, searching for inspiration, make our way toward something slightly blipworthy. What we found wasn't remarkable, but I quite like what I found in spite of that.

Hopefully, this idea inspires a chance to ease the restless spirits and a prayer that additional clarity and calm will come soon.

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