Sometimes when I wake up I feel like I’m still sleeping. Feel like all the colors and shapes of the world have collided and all I can do is just sit there and watch. I think a person’s heart has a way of turning off when it can’t find reason. I guess that’s why nature has always had an inspiring presence. Everything follows a purpose and I guess we’re missing something. Why do we struggle to breathe a more righteous breath when we all end up in the same place? I’d like to hope our history is worth remembering, an imprint of careful design, a feeling of heartfelt purpose and a sense of hope for something bigger than ourselves. Then maybe I’ll wake up."
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