the kind of day-spring sun-flower rain-drop depth that trumps all the knowledge and the questions and the sure things, the depth that shows on a tuesday in the first quarter of the new year that's sure to be the best of your life. the kind of depth that makes you wonder how and why and if its really fair to be here and now despite the long and twisted, uncharted path you took to get to this very moment. the depth that grows a home of its own in your days and your nights, the depth that cannot be turned off at the flip of a switch or the drop of a hat or the doubt of an exhausted, inspired soul.
the kind of night-swim dusk-set empty-hour distance that trumps all the knowledge and the questions and the sure things, the distance that shows on a tuesday in the first quarter of a new year that's sure to be the best of your life. the kind of distance that makes you wonder how and why and if its really fair to be here and now despite the long and twisted, uncharted path you took to get to this very moment. the distance that grows a home of its own in your days and your nights, the distance that cannot be turned off at the flip of a switch or the drop of a hat or the doubt of an exhausted, inspired soul.
i am a sun-dazed river-rooted joy-seeking lover.
and depth
over distance
every
single
time.
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