the space between your words are pillars standing separate, waiting for a weight to carry before fully realizing their potential 7.15.17
day 195
the delicacy of sleep when all is forgiven, we lay vulnerable, open, to all that may come; our dreams guiding us past our fears, giving us power to wake once again. 7.14.17 [Image Source]
day 194
when the answers i seek, choose to playfully hide, my path is a maze i reluctantly trod. then the sun joins the game, blinding my view with intensity. so it must be that my feet lead me on when i can not see where to go. 7.13.17 [Image Source]
day 193
spices i gather to season my life piquing the senses, awakening the buds of my taste, to avoid the bland at all costs. 7.12.17
day 192
at times my past is worn like armor to keep harm at bay hammered steel, spikes protruding, no one gets too close. now i wish to cross the water my past still weights me down i shed the weight to avert submersion swim to future days. 7.11.17
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