A must is a do I cannot say no to. I must do so much of a list in my head that I sit dead to it all. I try to be small, but everything is getting so tall. There are beating drums and strumming guitar strings that signal both life and death. I move to a beat while I also dance to life. I am in a new sympathy motion in the ocean of all currents that are and can be. Be with me in this time with discernment being low but judgement not at all.
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