Aug 16, 2023
sunbro
cut from the same stone, we reach blindly for the breaking point. with tragedy abound, it's no longer safe to believe in greener pastures. a field far off once held an idea of peace, clear as sunny noon. muted blues fell against familiar facade: misted flowers with ghostly rainbow in bloom.
how to articulate letting go? art of which remains intrinsic with the grace of our movement. fluidly consolidate high water marks, and boil down niceties until all that remains is what was meant. yet still, we come up aching in those early hours when the blanket dew calls us to fall away into something beside ourselves.
