On this day, I have been blessed with twenty-three year's of life.

Thank you.

There is beauty to be found in that time of day where the sky catches fire and crashes into the earth. And as the ground unfolds beneath me, it's almost as if I could ascend into the heavens and suspend there in that moment.

A year ago, I followed this path I was on into the fire, that sky, those heavens. A week later, the road took me home and kept me there.

Why do I always find myself to be paralyzed by the fear of the unknown.
The bones, the muscles, limp with atrophy;
words frozen in muted tones.

As I grasp for strength in this weakness,
while wandering this surface alone.
Though digging deep, may I hope to find
that within my reach; a new home.

Changing of climates, changing of hearts, changing of times.

Perhaps it's time to let you go.