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choice, Creation, Determination, Dreams, Fears, hope, Journey, Poetry, Priorities
That knot in my chest just gets tighter every moment...
Its hard to breathe past the dawning feeling that things just aren’t right…
I let it fill me and reach inside for a sense of direction…
A sense of flight rises up from within...
I see I fear confinement, being tied down to one place…
I see I fear losing, losing you my dear, and losing me.
My longing for adventure,
outpouring of colour in space…
In the flow I move...
Heart-to-hand-to-joyful-line, forming patterns, shifting, swirling outwards and outwards…
The freedom of a snow-white page…
Kissed by colours, the emerging-moment fills me…
I am full of power...
I glow. I know. To paint is to be free.
I know. To trust is to be free.
I know, to spread my wings and leave to faith what happens afterwards…
I know, to live, moment to moment, in each moment, is to be free.
I Wish not to lose you, my dear, but I Will keep me.
Moment to moment, my wings spread wide.
My dear-one, sweet-one…
Will you fly by my side?
Trust me to Live.
Trust me to Fly.
And its your choice, my dear, your choice.
Moment to moment.
Your choice to Live too.
Your choice to Fly.
In Love, I hold out my hand.
In Love, I must do what I must.
In Love, moment to moment, in Trust.
Halo Quin 
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