something just occurred to me

there's something special about holding treasures for people, even knowing there's a good chance they might never be given. sometimes i'll find something for myself and then realize that it'd be a really meaningful gift for someone for the same reason it's important to me. it's hard to explain. i mean, whatever the thing may be is still for me...but more than that. something along the lines of simultaneously forever carrying a piece of their joy and the knowledge of what would be their reaction with you at all times. it's something beautiful. even if i could (and i easily can now), i wouldn't want to change it.

 so i won't.

 [[ AWAKE. ]]

a letter of truth

my heart is directed.
my heart is connected.

my mind is centered.
my mind knows.

the alternate route awaits.

my heart is happy.