I feel myself making progress. Slow as it may seem.
I’m moving forward in my own way.
The wheels are turning by the smallest minute.
A degree uncertain, but present.
I slow at the alleys. Caught up in my whims.
I runs past signals diverting my attention.
These roads are filled with beautiful distractions which I by no means dare forgo.
I long to see the next. Not the end.
Cause this journey is a blessing .

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