11 months ago. December 20, 2023 at 10:08 PM
I am lost in a good way
My silence speaks volumes of my actions
And the words I don't speak are like prayer coursing through my veins
Absence here indicating my presence elsewhere
Living, doing, being, closer
To my dreams
To my self
To the Ocean
Things I can be proud of, that stay deep in my belly
And those other voices being banished to a quieter, less consuming, whisper
The birds are calling and I can hear them so clear today
An exhale with such relief