Listen
When you feel some things are not meant to be. Trust me, that others are.
When you feel your dreams are dying. Others will come instead.
One day you will sit in middle of nowhere by that little house you always wanted. Listen to the sound that nature rumbles up. Bird chirps, thunder bangs, mist rolling in.
Those will be the shoulders that will hold you tight. Tighter that you have ever been held.
Through the forest will songs come just for you. They will carry you. Nothing will be too heavy to take with you. And all the things that you thought are not meant to be, will be there. Your dreams will be alive, and so will be you.
Trust me when I say so.
Listen.
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