Dreams big this budding leader, astral charts painted on her walls, thoughts always adventuring. Eight summers we’ve camped together grown our minds and spirit –
Creativity lands in unfamiliar, communicates with the unknown – unformed connections invite themselves in I am open Religiosity emerges from the crypt – impoverished, depraved,
We grow our world under evening light, all soul charm and dance – he a gentle father, nice guy, quiet… I believed. But when search
Unsettled, worry’s guest – change binds me, spineless… this waiting is venom, caution enticing, pursue transformation, big, small – and diversion to eliminate the parasites.
Rain teases, trickles, more sweat than shower air thick and smothering sits on my chest. I exhale in puffs willing chest to rise begrudging this
Relentless this turmoil, fear-driven storm battering psyche, beating me down… Hope trails, a gossamer thread, a faint flutter, refusing to die. (Tuesday are for Twitter.