through it

i scuttle through the morning. pull back to see the bigger picture before plunging back into the fabric again.

i rush towards my fears. dance in the shadows. this is the only way i know to break through the viscous membrane that lies between me and my dreams.

honesty whets throats and hearts and sometimes the turbulance just reminds us that the horizon is always shifting. one part memory, one part divination. my day unfolds in a flurry of divinity