day after day, we shift through slack vines of vague anxieties. we lose our way in the dense jungle of obstacles which impede progression and yet are as movable as we determine them to be. after a while, we forget how slack these vines used to be and they become as immovable as our perceptions.
i want to see you-- i promised myself i'd visit you. i owe it more to god than i do myself. you are his gift to the world and i'd dishonor him by leaving without a goodbye. i won't stay long. i've a boat to catch, you see, and a gift of my own to return.
and you accepted me without knowing the extent of my being. i don't know why i spilled my heart to you so suddenly, but it felt natural like a bulb unfurling to the unfaltering rise of the morning sun.