Some day
she will say
Oh . . .
I get it. I never got it before
but now I do.
What makes us grow up?
What triggers the understanding of life?
What makes us "see" everything clearly?
Some day
she will say
I am
and
it will be the difference between mist and clarity.
Seeing the big picture
causes
peace.
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I want to be in the desert, sit among the tumbleweed, and find peace in the sky. That's where love is.
