No floor, no ceiling

I recall this feeling…

you can’t run, you cant hide,

but you can look your shadow in the eye…

A poem about numbness.

Deep in the jungle

I saw a reflection…

Here I am

on a blanket of grass…

Why the sense of urgency?

What is time but a currency?

I’m going all in now. Leaving it all behind. Barefoot on the cold ground running away from everything that might be holding me back from what I really am…

You go to the trees in search of peace. Called to the forest in moments of uncertainty…

A quiet orchestra builds sound in empty space…