I’m in.
I’m ready.
I’m off to a journey.
It’s a cyclic one.
Once again.
And it will spiral onward.
And we’ll still thrive and grow.
And we shall ying and ying.
Like a pulse of contradictory forces: strong and soft.
I’m in the loop of aspiring grace. A common one. A near future one. A long-term functional desire. A pulse of relience. A common heath. Breath. Bé. . . . . . . . . .
