crevices in cobblestone

the mountains are heads, valleys are creviced backs, caves are mouths and wombs, rivers are veins, water is blood and sweat, swamps are hearts, trees are hair, rocks are bones. earth has a soul.  

the words i need and read are God breathed. 

¿te recuerdas esta lugar, esta momento en tiempo? ¡todas estaban simples!

discernment

white as snow

(like these movements & placements, words & tears.)

i am thankful for the pains that get me to right places.

there is no turning back now.

from crimson stains.

carolina southern swellings

i carry your heart with me(i carry it in

my heart)i am never without it(anywhere

i go you go, my dear; and whatever is done

by only me is your doing, my darling)

i fear

no fate(for you are my fate, my sweet) i want

no world(for beautiful you are my world, my true)

and it's you are whatever a moon has always meant

and whatever a sun will always sing is you

here is the deepest secret nobody knows

(here is the root of the root and the bud of the bud

and the sky of the sky of a tree called life;which grows

higher than soul can hope or mind can hide)

and this is the wonder that's keeping the stars apart

i carry your heart(i carry it in my heart)

-ee cummings

part of me already knows, and i'm too scared to believe, because it's not where i'm headed, or whom i'm heading somewhere with.

someday i'll be reading that.  and it's quite the double standard that i am the one lacking so much patience.

on the way home from savannah, my skin feels were bubbles of anxiety until i stopped and yelled, then laughed at the fact that my voice finally stretched over the whirs of ninety five and the murmurs of my heart. catharsis.

optimism: 24exp is almost up and running!

fluttering

i've learned i needed time to dry off my wings.