Beginning to understand what truly drives someone to their knees in humility before an overwhelming wave of responsibility crushes them.
Beginning to understand pain at a new depth, within a new realm,
Aboard a new vessel, but attached to many of the same old habits.
Beginning to understand levels of distribution otherwise forgotten,
And usually overlooked. Innermost cravings become smothered, choked, denied, crushed, and, on occasion, laughed at. These days of effort and energy give way to languid walks in the park and rubbing the temples for relief. A heart so capable of love grows cold and eventually stops beating as fast altogether. When do we rotate? What guarantees do we have, if any? Sit and talk with me for a while. We will speak softly of authentic lives, the crack of the bat in spring, dreams fulfilled, and dreams denied. The sand is close. The trees here are said to collect secrets, and paint them across the sky.