on truth

I dissolved into the sand beneath that magnficent midnight skyline.

Something lifted between those trees. A weight soaring upwards on plumes of smoke, transiting to that place where Things Can Finally Rest.

Sleeping dogs lie about alot of things. I'd prefer to tell the truth. Unexpected revelations and the chance to name what had been lurking amoungst the folds of my heart like a campdog around a campfire.

For the record your honesty anchored me as I cast myself into that great expanse. Grounded me in this place without tethering me to what has passed. The chance to look back over your shoulder and describe the landscape is a gift.

And with this knowledge I can walk forward. With this knowledge I can begin anew.