Souls enter your life,
Complete their part,
And leave.

I’d love for you to stay a while longer.
The universe says otherwise.
It has to be enough.
Your candlelight flame may bonfire,
Or dwindle in the subtle breeze of early-morning spring.


My Feet, my Rhythm.
My Body, my Soul.
Traveling in the darkness of uncertainty.
Ironically lets my imagination flourish.
The act of passionately holding on to the Miserable.
The inevitable intoxication by the Rage of letting go.