She sat distracted from the one mind she felt like dissecting. Re-implementing old thoughts and ways to the new day of how she keeps feeling.
Bewildered and screaming her hands still on reaching for the answers she has already put down in her heart. The soil of her foundation with the creation of planting a self-love seed.
No greed with the patience she always wants to show herself.
Stay silent and practice her mental health to be fine.
And whisper in spirit it's okay.
To never stay in the same spot and up-root all thoughts of life to re-plant and forever grow.
Always showing her energy the direction of change and to move with the fluidity of organic flow; per-say it's strange that she is here and in a way, she'll never question,
but while sitting in her own presence with resistance, she'll lead a-stray.