flowers bloom with their own pace. they take their time, and sometimes even when they have finished living, their full potential might not be so beautiful to some people.
it's beautiful to at least one.
the world is full of ugly things. scary things. grotesque things. but it's also filled with beauty too. i haven't taken enough time to appreciate the beauty of what's around me, and now that i have, i'll never stop looking for it.
it's time to open my eyes.
it seemed to me that i was always out of the circle. either that or i was maybe on the line. i was told if i stepped over, i would be considered a target. that something would come at me, and i may or may not get hurt. to feel pain. to feel suffering.
so i wasn't a target. i wasn't even part of the process, and that seemed to confuse me in some way. yes, i'm on the sidelines, but i'm not satisfied.
maybe i want bruises and bumps along the way.
one step. the voices shout in protest. another step, the crowds stands in their seats screaming "no! don't do it!" another step, and... silence.
a smile so huge begins to emerge, and adrenaline is rushing. it's so thrilling, so worth while, so dangerous; but it satisfies.
i'm the bullseye.
and the arrow is heading straight towards me.
"i am not afraid."
with love and light,
eve morgan
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