Fogs Fade
Sometimes my biggest fear is being left out of something amazing or being without something. Its this deep yearning for activity and experience that is like a hunger. I pay it tributes now and again with whimful adventures but the hunger is only abided for a little while. Patience is something that comes with practice and cultivation. Slow to root but over time becomes a foundation. Easily and elequantly said although in reality it is long and grueling with many thorns to irritate your progress. No need to feel as if I should be the catalyst for events or believe that if I stray from course that my destination will not be reached. I have hope. I am learning to build space within myself for myself. I would have never before thought that I would have struggles finding peace amongst me. I resign myself to solidarity for the time being. Thankful for the pressence of my beautiful companions. This isn’t so much a poem as an epiphany. Streets.
