The Lost Chapters

Learning to articulate to become great ~ ❤️

If somebody is out there I urge you to consider the lilies of the field and be like them. No matter where you sprung up, in the middle of the remotest dung heap where all the sunlight is blocked and the conditions are harsh, you as a flower have a purpose: to grow and to blossom, even if nobody will ever see you blooming or know the struggle it took to flourish. Learn to be content, and to return obediently to compost in solitude, having fulfilled your purpose to the best of your ability; regardless of where they grow every flower has a purpose.

How many times have I gazed upon your face, electric sea?

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