steps.
to stand, i discern and balance all that i hear to protect my malleable mind, taking care not to lose myself in red hair, yoga mats, and articles.
for it is not the goal, but the journey: that journey of independence, silence, and solitude in the morning.
my face forms a calm, pleased person whom i know as myself, resting in the depths of possibility and the fragility of tomorrow.
and on this tight-wire i will stand, clinging on to the air in front of me, hoping for the new day and assurance of forever.
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