My lense.

We can never be crystallized into one action. We are so much more than that. Be awake.

Be grateful to be awake.

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it cried, Oregon

And the clouds that rolled over me
Made there way east in search of you
They brought with them the same army
With its roaring charge and sharp glowing spears

But there was a clearing
A break

With a little faith, Helios peaked through.
He wrapped his arms around you
A true, loving, warm embrace.
And whispered honestly
“All storms come to pass”


Chris Pawluk

I will wait for
you because
honestly I don’t
want anyone




I love this one.

A moment worth discovering.

lily of peace

With you I am home. eternal-traveler


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