I look out of the window and I find the sky is a striking grey colour. In front of this backdrop are the most brilliant white clouds. Both seem to move. Gradually. Gently. Nothing stays still.
Even nature does not stand still. I wonder why we fight this concept as people. We want everything to stay the same. We are reluctant to invite change, when it secretly it is what we actually crave.
My battles are always fought within. My heart is wounded by so many arrows, that I have learnt to protect it. This doesn't mean I don't fight. I am constantly fighting. I am fighting for a better life. I am fighting for a better future. I am fighting for a love that is worth my last breath.
Nothing stays still, and neither do I.
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