no takebacks
you can't reclaim pieces of your heart once freely given.
but you can reach for the sun anyway, and twist 'round those empty spaces - we grow in unexpected ways, i think, when we let ourselves recover.
spring came a bit late for me this year; but in pruning i'm surprised at how quickly new shoots emerge and quest for light.
there's no clear path forward - but perhaps that's when it's best to listen to the whispers of instinct.
but you can reach for the sun anyway, and twist 'round those empty spaces - we grow in unexpected ways, i think, when we let ourselves recover.
spring came a bit late for me this year; but in pruning i'm surprised at how quickly new shoots emerge and quest for light.
there's no clear path forward - but perhaps that's when it's best to listen to the whispers of instinct.