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A Moment's Rest at a Peaceful Shore
The wind calms, the storm in my mind settles
The static pervading off the edges of my mind's perspective finally begins to focus itself into a clearer darkness
My thoughts wedge themselves into place
For a brief moment, I am collected, as the fears and insecurities of my life slowly inch themselves further away
The tide is low, I am standing at the shore
A breeze gently brushes past my skin as I ponder when the wind will pick up again and leave me to brave its harsh gusts
Evidently, the storm will return
The static will regain its strength, and my thoughts will cloud themselves once more as I attempt to continue forward
For now, in this moment, I am at peace