There can be no growth carrying the perception that your life is a solid state of being. You are fluid. Time is fluid. Emotions are fluid. Respect the river. And dive in. The moments don't linger, though the hunger is real- and you cannot define yourself by the routines you currently tread. One different decision. One change of direction. With every step another decision is made. Who am I becoming? With every breath the nature of the experiences of our lives unfold. Exercise your inherited powers of evolution. Left foot, right foot. Work. Sleep. "But this is how I've always done it." Not anymore. It is time for me to go this way now. Because it is time for me to grow. Nothing is certain, nor will it ever be. Some things just feel right. Like a gravitational pull towards the light. Each potential path we could walk is promised to be overflowing with new experiences, new friendships, new hardships and new self discoveries. Wherever it may come to lead- new happiness, new sadness and new love that you never knew could exist- will be born. A new version of ourselves will emerge. Do not waste away lying dormant, like oceans drained bone-dry by emotionless routines. Become change. Gravitate towards love and towards passion. Like the rapids of a river evolving.

Dark is the night in which we both reside
Black curls unfurl like waves in midnight's rising tide
Thirty years I’ve walked this Earth, and since birth I’ve tried to find
Everything you inherently possess inside
You are a different direction; the brightest constellation in the night sky
Stars burn as the more I learn, each time you speak your mind.

The constellation of Orion glimmers in the distance, as it hangs beside a full winter’s moon. The wind bitterly whips its frozen lash, a gentle reminder that the Sun won’t be rising any time soon.

Only the lost and the hungry wander this night, those that seek what they cannot find. Even the most solitary of creatures long for the company of their own kind.

Wild eyes shine through where the shadows reside, a lone black wolf is roaming free amidst the darkness outside. A living, breathing piece of an untamed history. Battle tested but long since rested, clouded and shrouded in mystery.

Pay close attention to his paw prints glistening softly in the snow. They’re pointing the direction to a life much different from the one you’ve come to know. Travel back to a time when wild was all there was to be. Remove the disguise from those beautiful eyes and he will change the very world that you see.

I’m slowly building a world from the images of you in my dreams.

Air composed of music, so I can continually breathe your sound. ***** hands and knees from planting trees amid your footprints on the ground. For wherever you walk, growing beauty is left behind. You are the purest form of artist I have ever come to find. I recite poetry in my sleep and wake only to realize; it is for you I sew these threads, hand sewn seams stitched to stand the test of time.