Tapping
settling
compacting
unwrapping
unfoiling
choosing
lighting
you
first
breath
drawn
calming
tasteful
robust
smooth
too quickly
habitual
harsh
toxic
addictive
what was once
occasional
turned
enslaving
a part of me
finally
stubbed
out
you’ve
turned
to
ash
Recounting
us
sand
sitting
waves
breaking
rolling
whitewashing
water
approaching
feet
tickling
giggles
tradewinds
tease
canopies
fluttering
fabric
pails
build
our castle
miracles
sun
and
moon
share
sky
like
us
we
are
each
others
beach
day
horizon
You will be fine, my dear boy. You’re in the process of finding yourself. You’re in a dark place now; you’ve tasted freedom; you’ve soared, but now you’ve come back to the roost. You still have the capacity to fly; you’ve always been a bird; but now you’ve come back refreshed, with new vigor. Be patient dear boy, for your future is bright, even if today it looks dark. Bide your time, gather your resources, and next when its time to fly, you’ll be stronger and more determined. Remain steadfast and focused; push aside distractions and things of no value. Yours is the world. Grab it my boy and take big, juicy bites.
Perfectly
single
whole
plump
succulent
bit
bruised
blemished
maybe
imperfectly
single
dented
scraped
frosted
peeled
gutted
tossed
now
flavored
menagerie
juicy
fruitful
at last
perfectly
coupled
not
missing
you
missing
us
Minutes
past
midnight
dripping
rain
standing
naked
challenging
God
where
art
thou
I
am
always
in
questions
and
never
in
answers
