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The grower and the seed.
The steady down pour continues. My day starts with the rise and set of the brightest in the sky. Without my love,my anchor, I'm lost and bellowing away at sea. Uneasy water and undercurrent affect my daily existance, I try to counterbalance my demons with bright and shining light, I work my ass to the bone, yet I've never been more happy. Too many souls are lost in the termoil that life and its constant existance create. We must learn to live, love, and trust. With out any of life, love, or trust, we will find ourselves short of a buck and continue to strive to create this continuity that we feel fits ours puzzle without figuring whether the pieces fit or not. To me personally, I do not mind when things to fit right away. My life is made of clay and adaptable to changing to the stimulants that I face. The sensation that I have been feeling lately has been overwhelming to the point I almost want to break. I have found a freckle of my soul in a counter part that makes me beam in the darkest of thoughts, and the brightest of actions. I cannot explain how one can make another feel so in control, yet so unpredicable like the weather, but the experience is enough to take the most warn in turf to feel like a whole new ground to settle and grow upon. Let life be your garden and dig it.
