so i change and break, and move and stay and fall and fly and hurt and stumble, and i get right back up. those moments of shifting and deciding what’s right or worthy or wrong or hopeful will bring resolve to my life my path my future.
i’ll find the answers in the roots, in the arteries of the empathy and the reason for it all.
why do the pieces fall in the places they do?
why do they fall at all?
i make patterns from the chaos and pictures in the litter. this life is beaming with possibilities so open, endless. infinite. i choose what i choose and i follow the lead of my heart. her beat lays braille, she’s the compass i read, wide-eyed and willingly. and the touch pulls me gently, the faintest flutter, the air in a butterfly’s wings.
she’ll pave a way through the wilderness of this wonderful, beautiful, magical world.