Restraint is a very loaded term. It gives as much as it takes.
And yet so dry. clinical. detached.
Result, not knowing what could be.
The lack thereof, gives fanciful flight.
Actions before resultant reactions.
Compounded by a lethal concoction of fact vs fiction,
after all, imagination is indulgence's chief ruse.
Many ways tip the scales before finding perfect balance.
Many ways drift our thoughts before finding their anchor.
Meandering paths lead to the most stable of rivers.
From the depths of chaos comes order & beauty.
Life isn't lived out of a rulebook.
Another year on, I experiment with my own truths.
Happy Birthday to me.
10/2/16
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