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The surf falls into the wandering ocean.
What if the die was cast?
A splash will be soon to come.
A breath of sea, let the storm rage.
The delicate is flexible, this is why we sway without break.
Nothing great is made without fracturing what takes its place.
Steps on a stormfront?
Would we make vows even if we knew fate would flip the table somehow?
What if our diamond soled shoes allowed us to dance upon the clouds?
There's little between a future regret, and a leap that caused you to never look back.
Never willing to run is as ill conceived as running from problems that you mistake for others fascination.
Little else matters if it is time to leave. From here to beyond the Hebrides there are many hidey holes between. When worlds are in shadow, or ablaze there is no heroics standing in the pendulums way.
I know there is paranoia. It is only a refraction of fear. Playing with it comes with a cost, and its more than pain.
You may find a false reason to cast yourself off the edge. You must not gravitate toward broken mirrors. Allow yourself reflections without fixation. Don't believe everything you see in a hall of reflections. That's for the lost. Spare us from being cast off that ledge.
Marquee names attract danger. Sincerity can still provide safe harbor. Sanctuary demands time to unwind, no expectations may be placed.
Say paranoia met wisdom what do you think they would say? Listen dear...
Everything is going to be okay.
Don't let fears conquer potential. Don't allow your worries to blunder what is truly consequential.
Depression is rooted in what you avoid. Ghosts have little good to say.
What if you asked them, and they have forgiven you anyway?
It is best not to allow your ghost residency. They seek to shatter, and feed on emotions.
Let go of these fears they aren't meant to be held. I remain true to my word. Would you allow these words of mine to find a place with you?
Forever, Ever, and Evermore,
Aaron Baker
Post Script: My boat sprung another leak, I patch it. I rebuild my plans almost everyday. Nothing new. Each a new step, each step I take in anticipation of the next.
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