Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale. 25.
In a trance from the night before, she rose with intention to make peace, no matter what.
With positivity and grace, she woke with the spirit of transition she desperately needed to heal.
The peace to stop, no lingering about, waiting to be called or noticed because she choose the one, finding her practice seated deep within her inner core. Inhale. Exhale.
Inhale, raised head to the pain she will no longer feel, because she found enough peace to make the pain absent.
Floating in a cloud of acceptance, understanding, in the knowledge that this vessel can't be hurt no more.
365 pyramids, emotionally frail with anxiety, not knowing, nervous, cautious with approach holding on so tightly to feel the disconnection in her chest.
In the nineteen day of the eleventh month twenty-fourteen, she admit what she already knew but wouldn't let go.
She prays that this peace stays, that she smiles tomorrow and in the next and the next.
There is nothing wrong with her. Inhale. Exhale.
Peace, Love, Light.
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