there’s a natural filter here, he said, if you don’t move with the flow, follow the pace, remove the struggle and find your place within the entirety of the fluidity, you won’t find the magic. you won’t feel the energy. you won’t find open doors to open air and open hearts, you know, they’re everywhere. 

there’s a finality to my days now. things are blossoming and things are closing, just how they should. just how i feel is right. there’s a bigger sense of being, a more enormous feeling of living, on this island soaked in salt water mystery.

the wind whips against my skin, coiling across the universe, leaving me in seconds of stillness to breathe and dream and wonder.

forever isn’t so long.


my spirit aches. for connectedness. an intrusion of light into my soul that burns and yearns and hungers for life. for adventure. for love. for plans that don’t, and never will, exist.

and then all at once, it unravels. like trying made it worse, struggling made knots tighter, the tangle a mess.