I try so hard to lean on others but I never do it successfully, there’s always a block always a fear maybe that they will let me down, or I’ll let myself down.
Etched in history. Dances of those gone away. Faded and fortold. KKF Summertime, vacations and work. Days can be long but I still find enjoyable.
It moves, and it flows, and it finds a way. It’s a beautiful process the reclaiming of its body in a way.
I just implode and release like a Phoenix, to be reborn, and I hope a little wiser.
Beauty always observed in many forms. It’s always there, sometimes we just have to look beyond our own tainted perception.
Spectrum’s of humans