Waywords: Enough

I don’t always feel Wayward. Some days I blunder & break until there’s just one last, tiny, falling, spun-glass flower. I may catch it, but I’m too afraid to open my hand.

Schrodinger’s Glass.

Tomorrow’s a new day. If we’re in one piece, or many, we’re here. It’s enough.

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