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.