Does wearing the same outfit as the day before make it feel like you’re having a do-over? 🕵

I have stories in me. They swirl. Reform. Break apart. Then go again.

I’ve come to ask myself.

What’s the story with daring enough energy to take shape in this world?

This matter of my mind.

I find my self stepping forward, into the clouds. The ground is far below. I see dots of people. I look at the trail I leave. Each a stone I’ve stumbled upon.

I wonder, will there be another? Better yet, can I finally dance in the sky?