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. 


Life magazines, 

and a magic window.

Like a portal into a fairy land trimmed in lace. 

We roamed the lush overgrowth and gathered trinkets.