Happiness

Happy.

Accepting of this place.

I am without yearning nor fathoming, nor wishing to change it by my own hand, other than be who I am within my hands.

Still there is the abyss. I stand upon the edge catching a glimpse of all that moves below the surface of everything existance is.

The stongest voice I hear, though silence it my soul does try, remains-

A whisper, a rhyme, a nightingale shrine, the dream from before till tomorrow, the lost puzzle piece, the whole storyline.

I am grateful and peaceful with and for that, and feircly furious on the edges of my maddening mind.

IW

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