Mist slumbers low around the ankles of the earth...
Be
Your Balloon
But for all of the rain and the wind and the air, I was always above you, I never went anywhere
From Yellow to Blue
Dress in every shade of green that was ever meant to Exist from yellow to blue.
The Difference, Really
For all the days when every drop flows freely // Tell me, what is the difference, really?
Ruminations of a Working Man, Pt. X: Member of Everything
Last night, I hung up the coat that shielded me high on the Cliffs of Moher in the closet that I seldom open, the hinges groaning in protest. The salt from the ocean spray, still clinging to the thick sleeves, left my fingers sticky and longing to return. A gentle yet abrasive reminder that, for once, I did it. I was a member of everything, and my eyes saw the vibrant colors of everything. My ears were buffeted with the pulse of everything, and its pulse became my pulse.
