hiking & thinking

September 23, 2015.

Today i sit in the shadows of freedom. A confusing darkness and weight.

The space for what i want to become has been granted. And it swallos me up. Fogs my vision. Taints my well.

Is there a comfortable crevice in between smother and vast, in which my fire could last?

Hell if i know. I may be too restless to ever find out.

A nester's blood with gypsy boots that cling to my soles.