as it goes by

these days of sun drawn long like bows. aimed at parched earth and soaked skin.

in cool comfort, entwined in cotton sheets. outlines retraced and boundries dissolving. i am confronted with the best and worst versions of myself. suspended between past and future; the present becomes a gift.

these vunerable places. entangled in memories and dreamings and soft sighs and shallow breaths. i imbibe all of my ambitions. slowly sip the certain change and remind myself that all things shift. sometimes impercetibly, like the wearing down of mountain to sand.