Wish Me Luck
living honest is finding many things and people
so real
too real
that I don't know if I'm ready to live like that
it seems to be too late to go back
the older
the deeper
the more answers
as many answers as the number of people
can I be water?
solid
flowing
airy
but no one can live without me...
poem by Wabi Sabi
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