As morning wakes,
I reclaim dreams,
Once delayed,
from heart,
from mind,
from soul.
Sunrise spills dawn’s
tangerine-gold hues
warm and bright
across my breakfast plate.
Stories unfold
‘mid morning stroll
‘cross neighborhood park.
Whispered thoughts,
secret stories,
resting in mind,
unwind
’til I reach
a place with pen
in hand.
Finally, words beat and flow,
daring me to bestow
light and life
to faceless,
nameless
thoughts.
As lunch draws near,
half a day’s adventure
partly filled,
destiny wills
an undeclared afternoon
adventure designed
solely by me.
Published by TheOtherKLM
I really hate talking about myself, but if I have to...
I’m K.L. McDaniel, the person behind TheOtherKLM. I’m an introvert with extrovert moments, a fitness-minded person fighting later-age fat, and someone trying to keep life somewhat organized without pretending it isn’t a mess.
Here, I write about the things I keep coming back to: movement, mental health, learning, self-awareness, and the strange little contradictions that make people interesting. I’m not here to act like I have everything figured out. I’m here to think through it, laugh when possible, and maybe find a little balance in the middle of the clutter.
So, that’s me. More or less.
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