The sky soaks the earth in warm drops.
Like wisdom saturating soil.
My mind unravels so far that it rests in the unknowing.
In his arms.
I take a deep breath and follow the staggering lines of how far iv’e come.
How strong iv’e become.
Knowing stops one from living.
I don’t want to know.
I want to embrace this confusion.
I am certain of my strength these days…
We found a set of abandoned sheds and house.
Records,
Life magazines,
and a magic window.
Like a portal into a fairy land trimmed in lace.
We roamed the lush overgrowth and gathered trinkets.