discovering that being realistic changes my perspective
there’s one complete realist
as realism isn’t pretty
but opening the veil of artifice
exposes us (me)
and i want to live real
when the soul guides our
hearts + minds:
we are
it is in the little things that we fail,
that mountains grow.
when we shrug away a seemingly inconsequential deed we could do
or word we could say,
ignore a word that we hear
feeling soft today (me)
