A Healing Visualization
Riding a bicycle to the Kröller Müller museum
I wish I was as poetic as a flower, as tender as a petal, as patient as a plant.
We’re growing slowly; sometimes so slow you’ll lose faith in the future, in your greatness, but time will heal your wounds and nourish your soul and finally you’ll come to see how much you’ve grown, how pretty you are.
It just takes time…