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]

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

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

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