day 261

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 260

guide me through this thicket of sweet fruit and sharp thorns steady my gait lest i fall, as i pass this bramble my skin bears the scratches blood of minor injury while i nourish the succulence of the joy to overcome 9.17.17

day 259

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 258

each day feels a little more familiar each step a little lighter eyes see clearer like a fog has been wiped off, like rising from a deep slumber and you finally realize you are awake 9.15.17

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