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The "lines"


When lines are distorted and life is a bit raggedity, 

when there is so much to live for, but everthing seems loopy,

when there is space within the confines of your reality, but you wonder is it really worth it?

Like the universe, space is never made it simply exists. 

It is ever growing and expanding. 

It takes seeing what is worth seeing to know that there is always room to grow.

There is always room to breathe

There is alway room to change. 

Everyday is a new day with new beginnings waiting at every corner. 

In life there is opportunity, it just takes seeing the horizen to know there is much more out there.

It takes one smile, one intereaction to change attitudes and mindsets.

The lines are our guides; they are put there for a reason, but it does not mean they cannot be moved. 

We need to take time to create and see the endless possibilities. 

The lines are the things that save us from falling over in this immense place we call home. 

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