day 294

morning fresh and full of promise ascent of fall, the new and good i find myself a little nervous to open eyes, pull back the hood for when my heart desires something my armor falls to the ground so if i let you pluck my heartstring i pray that all i seek is found 10.21.17

day 293

unease of what’s yet unformed night still holding back the day when dawn, it breaks, curtains open to allow the sun to have it’s place i’m still in night, laid in wait to see if dawn shall finally rise blind me with it’s flood of light lift my heart up to the skies 10.20.17