The paradigm I used to get by leaving me to paddle my own canoe. What if the choice that once occupied ceased to settle? What if the choice is a signpost leads me to the firmament? What if the choice is a true blessing for a fresh pasture? What if the choice as an internal answer gives rise to a new destiny? ✨
I AM NOT MY FACE
I am not the collection of nagging critic looped in my head I am not the piece of garment wrapped around my body I am not the stream of second-hand ideas heedlessly run on the surface I am not the knee-jerk, check it off the list category discounted to be forcibly boxed in ...