Sometimes moving forward I feel like I am moving back.  Having dreams again is nice, but having dreams of my own are even better.  There is no waiting around for a fairy tale to happen, or all events to be perfect.  Independence seems to be left at the wayside a bit.  I don't yet know how to step forward out of this.  Out of these moments strung together.  For now much, much more good then bad.  Fluctuation is life, though.  Change is life.

Imagine separating life, into pieces and bits, bad, good, pain, emotion into snapshots of moments.  To live completely in the moment and not be the future.  To always be okay with alone except for now, this very moment.  Forget the complicated pieces, only see piercing blue eyes and snow falling.  Forget history.

Every moment is perfect.  Blank slate, drawn, laid, set.

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