Sometimes fear clings like fog to the hills of our hearts. Remember, too, that luck can vanish like morning mist. Yet in handcrafted in imperfection, we uncover veins of gold running through our trials. The screams and call-outs we once cast into the dark may linger on the air, but sooner or later, an avalanche of change must descend.
who said perfection was symmetry
clean lines
quiet emotions
a simple life edited before release
impossible margins
to coffee-stained mornings
we tend to live life in disbelief
are there clean sheets in the morning
new spreads to get ahead
life unfolds the clothes
we once folded
can we still operate
with a wrinkled shirt?
jixi fox 🦊
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