From where it came and to where it goes, I wish I knew, like the river knows.

Sometimes the only way to ever find yourself is to get completely lost.

I have yet to be completely submerged in reality, for drowning in the sky.

No matter what, we have to keep moving forward, even if we have to crawl.

I love how summer just wraps it’s arms around you like a warm blanket.

Resting on the roots of this old oak I lean back against his knotted trunk, shine my granny smith on my sleeve And ponder the days…