The nights are finally becoming cold. I feel a sharpness in my chest when I inhale. I exhale the deepness that floats inside me these days. I look into the dark night and lose my thoughts of the chaos which clouds my mind. The season of fall has me falling into the memory of spring, hoping I bounce back to normal breath. I stop and look around, reminding myself that even the brisk of nights are the warmest. And even though the quiet of moments can be the loudest, we all drown sometimes in the madness. The great remedy is to stay afloat, regardless how challenging it is to stay steady. Life has a bizarre way of flowing you back to breath.
Rampart
October 26, 2015
10:27pm
