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You remind me to get out of the house

You remind me that not it's not a cliche for all writers drink wine while bogged down in the house

You remind me that a house must feel like home

You remind me to open the blinds for sunshine

To not take myself so seriously

To keep moving forward

To run to the blooming daisies and dandelions that bestow the season’s emergence

To roll over all setbacks

Wouldn’t this life be a bland, convoluted disarray of scenery?

Wouldn’t this life look a lot like the black and white that is painfully separated?

Like the dashes in the road

You remind me that each end is a new beginning, taking me somewhere

You remind me that heaven isn’t just a billowing light that pierces through sheer curtains

It opens doors to the horizon that changes with the times

As waves crash on the coast, the tide is pulled on the other

And in that duality, I find us

Growing

On our own journeys yet I find you again and again