The liquid hours drift and gleam,
Poured softly from a distant dream.
They ripple through my open hands,
Small tides that shape uncharted lands.
A liquid hush in twilight’s air,
As moonlight pools in silver glare.
The night becomes a quiet sea,
And every thought flows endlessly.
Oh, let these liquid moments stay—
Not spill or slip too fast away.
For life moves quick, in shining streams,
A fragile flood of fleeting dreams.
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I am currently raising money to pay for ongoing psychotherapy. I am a survivor of complex trauma, I have dissociative identity disorder, and complex PTSD. Therapy can be very expensive.
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