Once the tears stop will see clearly for the path ahead, and that has been there all along, just weren't seeing clearly yet.
Nothing that stops from grasping the tools to write, when the ink dries up those tools become useless too.
Until to be certain for sure, those skates to put on remain on the floor. Once all is done and those skates are on everything will go by suddenly.
If there ever was a bombshell to drop prepare to expect one as the day goes on. Emerging from that door may seem pleasant, there's something explosive about to occur.
As long as there is someone to listen then that little birdy will continue to be heard. How many others have heard the same thing or are they hearing things differently.
In the forest; the mind is as a wilderness, a strange place with a long way to travel. When to believe have found that focal point it moves on to leave the mind wandering again. Like a window in the sky still waiting to be opened but forever seeing out of. With every found thought, leaves an impression with every further advancement to make.
St. John Ch.14:V.25 " - These things have I spoken unto you, being yet present with you."
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