Om is pulsating through the roots of the earth
look at the snowy landscape through a tiny window
letting go is never too late
kiss like you're seventeen and french
smother yourself in a sunday blanket
being scared is part of evolving
look back and drop your moonbeams
ever so sweetly into bliss 

currently reading: the wind-up bird chronicle by haruki murakami
listening:  https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=stqyCF3q1LE
last read: siddhartha by hermann hesse
overall vibes: scared of letting go, lost, deep down i know it'll be fine, love conquers loneliness, there's contemplation in loneliness regardless
animal: cat

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