Flying, high above the ground
Wind rushing through tangled hair
Unaware of any given sound
Down on the ground, down there
Searching, this view from on high
All concerns, petty in perspective
Ants too busy to scan the sky
Asking why to God’s directive
Building, a world to call a home
Each step a web of confusion
Illusion, atoms split to be alone
Formed hearts of stone and brought delusion
Those whom know all the answers, just haven’t asked all the questions.
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Gratitude Journal
I am so happy and grateful that Kim showed up this morning after being out all night again. I’m worried about her cos she’s acting a bit weird.

