Intuition peaks every dawn .
It was only a moment ago , I pondered in silence.
I practiced this ritual most days and wondered off into the abyss of clouds.
One can only spend so much time alone , existence of self . An intuition of peace overshadows the doubt and the bearing weightless numbness.
How can a person survive or thrive in the abyss of silence.. still. Ongoing of transgressions of hate , acceptance of rebirth.
Can you recall your rebirth ? Intuition of peace . Acceptance ?
Channeling the feelings of transparency . A change can be sought after . How much of the old you , parts of your soul remaining only into pieces. Can you choose life over death at the end of shallow misfortunes , the thought always pondered.
The end was near of unanticipated death. The death of one’s old journey , only to be a fate memory. A stranger to a new dawn.
Bloomed so beautifully , she seen.
The end was near .
