prelude, 3

the butterflies in my belly flutter in all my dreams about adventure i failed to imagine how much fright there would be and now at the precipice of going to a strange, new place there is no turning back really, there never was

for a time

one month goes one day at a time as months always go sailors and travelers of days long past did it, though, and their lovers, too i tell myself there is always time there will be more time but as i anticipate the distance, the quiet, the longing my heart aches a bit all the… Continue reading for a time