Dawn rises slowly, Night appears swiftly. Allowing a faster progression to home. Your darkness tears through the light with which you have warmed me with. Warming my cold heart, sort of progressions which remove my apprehensive nature and allow for your spooky monsters to roam. The mask you wear during the year who simply hides. Your you, not the filtered and edited you. The naked you, the one you hide from friends because their judgment means the world to you. You, that your parents vaguely know but aren’t quite sure of because you have such a resemblance but yet minor variations. That very being is emerging. Your bare self. It’s a time of year where the seed is planted. Buried and the soil is being enriched by emotions and bullshit. Yet the truth is… old ways, fruit, and people need to fall back.
January 12, 2020