sometimes it feels hard to keep up with the plans that I make for myself. I’m not sure what gets in the way of them or me, but moving forward feels better than staying still.

There is a place way beyond the black,
Where another version of myself is waiting.
A place of peace, a place of comfort,
A place all our dreams have been created.
Sometimes I fall like an autumn leaf in to the dirt
And sometimes I soar higher than a plane
Where the air is warm and I’m a little closer to heaven.

– She Moves 

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