i could filllibraries with theincessant words thatmy inner voicesuse against me but i chooseselective reading overself-damaging novelsand keep authoringpersonal fairy tales

have i stumbled upon your blindest spotor did you mean for me to find youstalk you and dwell behind youkeeping my eye on your every moveto remain your eventual life linebiding my time beforeyou let me reel you back in? whichever way you want itwhichever way you’ll goi will patiently follow yourbreadcrumbs

sweet surrenderpeaceful blissletting my heart ridealong the intentions ofthe wind waving mywhitest flaglay myself down atEarth’s uncompromising feetlet go

effortfully climbing asteep mountain pathi sit down for a rest withthe sun leaving a warmimpression on my back asmy nose tickles the deadof night while i patientlyawait the inevitable turnof events so i can reach mycastle summit