day 260

i am the watcher peering through the trees, taking stock of everything i see; a mind never dormant, always one step ahead, a heart never quiet, always hoping to be fed, those i encounter, always asking to be led. 9.18.17 [Image Source]

day 259

guide me through this thicket of sweet fruit and sharp thorns, steady my gait lest i fall, as i pass through this bramble, my skin bears the scratches, blood of minor injury while i nourish on the succulence that blossoms among the briars… 9.17.17

day 258

eyes like portholes they gaze outward dark within, craving the visceral affirmation of their worth, scaly in their selfishness, unregretting stench, i watch them slither in retreat. 9.16.17

day 257

today we march back to lives we know each step heavier than the last pulling out of the stupor from stress and inactivity into the buzz of responsibility. 9.14.17

day 256

the days bleed together into one stain without cool to wake us, all feels blurry and soft as tasks pile on and incentive dissipates. 9.13.17