sometimes stopping is the most important part of the journey.
life's a bit of a mess right now.
the small shelves that used to house my despair broke;
leaving splinters and a flood of regret.
i'm still sweeping the dust up.
the snow cake soundtrack sounds so rich.
when i hear it, i grow up a little more each time.
i am going to wait until the air is brisk & the veins of leaves dim,
to really, truly listen to it.
things could be worse; i am better off than most.
but repeating that mantra never helps healing, does it?