If I can have just a glimpse // of what fuels this valley // It's what I came for // What I call out for // What echos back // What I miss most // When it's lost in the woods.
The Day I Decided
The day I decided to take another path was the day my Self had become lost, quivering in a cavity, awaiting the death she knew would come. Somehow, I felt that old pull, that inexplicable connection, that weak tingling of love forgotten, and I stretched out my hand.