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my dreams for the future
have gained some quality.

not saturation,
or clarity,
but
something.

i am detaching from the things i held onto.

it was a tough loss;
hanging on brought me this far.

but clinging to a train whose terminal you know
leaves you forgetting the joy of adventure,
of not knowing where you are going to go.

i give myself no moments to grieve my old dreams.
wallowing in past hopes makes it nearly impossible to release them.

my heart has found her home.

whatever happens from here,
i am at peace with,
for i have earned this
lovely life.