"She is older now, Somehow she has surrendered even more to the idea that she does indeed know very little. One would think as they grow older, they would grow more sure. She grows more sure that nothing is sure and things are never to fully be known. Everything is just as it is and to be witnessed and not controlled. This idea sends her spinning. Then she searches and she looks and she reasons with her left and right. She notices a self fulfilling prophecy shining through in her thoughts. She plucks it out of a cloud of racing thoughts. What she has had, is what she will get... What she has seen, is what she will do.. Who she has known, is who she will be... It can't be. That can't be the sureity one searches for. Reconciling with the pain of this game her head seems to play. She sits with it. She imagines every variable of it. It makes sense that one would repeat the woven fabric of where it is they come from. But she continues to forget one thing in all of this. In all the fear of this complexly empty life being laid out before her. Only seeing the life she ran so far from. She forgot. She Ignores. She has done everything differently. Inherently she is so different to where she came from. Of course things will linger within her. Of course her body will remember. But my god you silly weary soul. What you made from what you got has been extraordinary. You have always leaped and crawled and ran towards a start, middle and end no one could ever predict, nor could you comprehend. My darling lost soul. If you had stayed where you began, indeed that is what you would have become. There is no plan, there never has been a plan. You just ran and ran and ran. Stop. Look around. What you have had is so much bigger than the first 18 years. What you have seen is more than you could have dreamed. The people you know, have met, have left, have loved and the people you continue to grow with. They leave parts with you. They impart lessons you would have never found on your own. My girl look how much more you have known. Look how much you have grown. Your prophecy is not self fulfilling. Place that thought back in your cloud. Let this storm take it's course in the knowing it is not yours. Your direction is your own and it is long and winding and full of ups and downs for sure. No more thoughts of repetitions or anticipations for a future you have painted to be bleak. My greatest love, you and I could never ever let that be our end. So keep leaping. Keep crawling. Keep running. The more we do, the more we know, the more we become. You are everything. You are not pre prophicized.
P- 2024




















