Beginnings

If a beginning
Is the end of something else
Do we ever pause?


Beginning, risking becoming something new.
With every step, closer to change, with every breath, closer to life.
Begin again. Again. Again. Never end.
Why do we mark beginnings when they are constant?

Let go into the winds of change, lose who you once were, lose yourself.
Win yourself.
There is no easy way to walk through life.
We are in a constant flux of ends, beginnings and staying the sames.




Hello anyone reading this, just you Will more than likely!

This is my first post. A bit of poetry, a bit of ramble, I figure. Give a taste of all the sides of Manda... Ew.

Anyway, beginnings are always happening. In living life, we are ever changing, always making choices. As a wise woman once said to me, even not making a choice or change is making a choice in some respect. There. I've fulfilled my quota of today's topic now on to the good stuff.


This is a new project where we write every other day. Today is super-freakin'-special because we're both gonna throw our two cents in.... for.. a total of four. We're rich like that.

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Alright, I think that's enough of that. Tomorrow will be better I hope.

-Manda


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