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Headspace
Clearing the Way
A broken vase filled with dead roses discarded by a lamppost
A message to those who are always seeking one
A romance that ended too soon?
A celebration past its expiry date?
An offering to the city's gods?
Only the person who left them knows
Clear the thoughts, focus on the matters at hand
Reality’s sledgehammer shatters the mirror of fantasy
The pain of truth has a unique flavor
The need to say goodbye, but the want to stay
Cue The Wichita Lineman
“I need you more than want you and want you for all time”
Sweep up the divine breadcrumbs
Don’t want to leave a mess
Stop tracking the synchronicities because there are too many
What was the meaning behind them?
Madness? Sadness?
Where to put your trust?
The flow of the divine and confidence in blind faith?
Is reality irrelevant when the connection is divine?
Step back into yourself
Accepting what is happening is one thing
Liking the outcome is another
One timeline at a time, please
One chapter does not make a book
Turn the page, start a new chapter
CAP; RCI: TYMM
