You will land, someday You will find yourself at a certain dock where there will be a mooring post waiting ready to catch your line Your anchor will drop into the sea with a quiet, satisfying gurgle drift slowly down, down, down You will leap from the deck, land with a thud upon solid ground,… Continue reading Until you reach your shore
How many will we give in a lifetime? I'll be with you -- I'll stay here -- I'll love you -- How many will we leave dangling in that space where they were given back when we meant it? How many will we carry with us that no one will ever know?
Some of us are meant to be wanderers to roam through cities, tracking dirt from one neighborhood to another carrying it in the grooves of our soles our roots dangle in the clouds, perhaps but they can still drink and breathe out there.
Up or down backward or forward I don't know I just know I need to go somewhere that isn't here or somewhere that is another version of here and I need a new set of eyes because mine tend to see what they want to but I like it that way so maybe I need… Continue reading The path you wish to go