It carves a path in the hidden pockets where swaths of trees stick together, rings of ivy and moss crawling up rocks and toppled over trunks, and spring flowers bloom between belts of sagebrush.
And I wait In the fallen leaves of spring thaw For you, like spring snow to melt and be long forgotten If there’s a season to wash my soul clean of you It is summer, that you have yet to touch And summer it shall be, And summer it shall be
Without speaking, in long moments of silence. turning inward lays all the inner workings of my heart bare, with only myself to interpret it. And with the small pieces of introspection that slides through the clouded gaze of bias, these inner thoughts are worked and reworked until they change into something unknown. These parts, soContinue reading “Anger”
When someone does something unforgivable to you, especially someone you trust and placed all your love into, it never quite leaves your heart the same way. To form that delicate thing of trust, is like dangling all your secrets over a fire pit and baring your soul to scorn and risk the possible fumbling ofContinue reading “Water over Rock”