today
spread out your arms and take a breath
look up to the sun or the clouds
or the stars
and breathe them down in
and tell them how you've missed them so
and tell them how it hurt
they will soothe the pain
and reciprocate the words
today
go out and give paper stars to a stranger
the trees will bless this kindness
and you might give someone a reason
to wake up and hold on one more day
for how could you hate the world
when you could hold it in your hands
and fill it with love instead?
What happens in the next chapter?
This is the end of the narrative for now. However, you can write the next chapter of the story yourself.
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