photo credit to my fellow artist Costin Tudose

photo credit to my fellow artist Costin Tudose

“I am tired, I am worn

For this is the calm after the storm

Heart beat ceases to race

Everything seems to fall into place

Take comfort in cycles and patterns,

Separate the insignificant from what matters

History repeats itself they say,

The universe works in funny ways

So push thoughts of growing older,

Of growing colder, of forgetting to be bolder

To the back of my mind

Shelved away somewhere difficult to find

And think instead of stories that turn out okay

Think of the sound of waves and rainy days

For I am slowly breathing

Almost sleeping

Nearly dreaming

Simply being.” (Rachael)

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