Tonight I vow to myself growth.
I promise myself to pick myself up and dust myself off.
It is the very least I can do for my traveling soul.
I have been nauseous, I have been dizzy.
My world continuously spinning.
I almost wonder if it is the rotation of the earth I am feeling.
Is she letting me feel her continuous motion?
I will push through,
And enjoy this sickening ride that I am on.
I will read, I will write, I will Be.
For being is where I find the most peace.
Winter sets in.
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