The gift and curse of being a Piscean being. π Often, I donβt know who I am. I am a full on mystery unto myself. The great shamans and medicine people of old say this is true freedom. To be flexible in oneβs identity. To not hold to a particular pattern of being,...
I cried in your arms Warm tears filled my face and landed onto yours I never tried to hold them back; the waters were honest and strong I knew I was stepping out Soon, my feet would be on new land. And I would have a new experience of myself in the whole. I donβt know...
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