the art of breaking.

the blades of grass are breaking
my feet are stained green
i’m expanding on my best idea
and that is to stop thinking
i hate wearing shoes, i like having cold toes
the weather makes it so much more worth it
i’m windblown and sunburned
and my knees are aching
what happens when time stops...
and the stubborn surrender?

oh, Life, you keep me on my toes

my eyes wande​ring
and my mind guess​ing
and even my wit falte​rs.​


i hope it happe​ns.​

and yet, i am still one.

Hesitation.
there, i named it.
its twin is named Fear.
and together, they cause me to be indecisive.
Unsure of what to do, i can only pray.
i need clarity.
i long for the voice that is familiar.
the one who has called me deeper.
past the shorelines into darker waters,
i hear the angels singing.
to a place where my human eyes can't see
and all i feel is cool currents.
where does this lead me?
i do not know.
but i have gone too far to let go.