Something about me isn’t fighting the old. Something about me is trying to fix it. Because I know where all of this is headed to. Warning and signs but you ignore me time after time. Only to be left in a constant exchange of mixed energies.
Time is up.
Change is coming.
Can we still try and fix the old?
I’m sure we can find a way, can’t we?
Poems in my heart.
Letting go of that which no longer serves I.