fog hovers low, resting in the trees, lights radiate with diffused glow, the unknown seems closer, breathing in my ear, a veil which promises to be lifted while teasing us with its mystery, i squint in the misty blur for all to come into focus. 12.20.17 [Image Source]

dampness hangs over me the leaves are silent with my step, sliding under my soles; air is heavy and foreboding, pressure pushes against my ears, my thoughts feel trapped between them. 12.19.17

when my wings feel too weak to fly i spread them wide letting the wind breathe between my feathers until i find the will to rise 12.18.17

soon this year comes to a close, ink has spilled and pages filled as i process it all. next year i hope will clear my health, bring me love and faith above from dawn to nightfall. 12.17.17

i am the hunter preventing the kill following closely all which wish to harm me, healing the wounds, some self-inflicted, all overdue. 12.16.17