pauses along the highline, like a lull in the universe before an event. aurora, dark matter, black hole, solar storms; these are the descriptions of the energies released in my heart.
looking forward to, outside of worry and nigh free of pain. this is the good stuff, the sinking teeth into times, the meaty underbelly times, the fast-paced long-stride kind of times.
you can see the light through the trees, and somewhere in the distance, all the light converges upon a singular point and disappears slipping into a flux of negative energies.
life. is. good.
rest up. tomorrow is going to be an amazing day. bake a pie, walk a walk, sing in public to no one in particular, find a treasure in another's arms, keep one another safe.