A cool breeze touches my skin.
Raising the hairs on my arms.
My lips are kissed by dry autumn air.
The view; colorful against a gray background.
Time passes.
Nine days hence, a full moon, a lunar eclipse.
Overthoughts have arrived a hundred times.
And not once have they stayed.
Anxiety has been present a hundred times.
And not once has it stayed.
I flow.
Backward, forward, but never stagnant.
Projects, processes, routines start, entering different paths.
Fears arising for moments, never correlating with the concrete.
My heart drums.
Sometimes noticeable, where in other times not.
Pumping without ever stopping.
I am alive.
There is no force to stop me.
Visions of other eyes, biasing my present.
Trust taking the lead, while unifying hands into companionship.
In fear, in anger, in ignorance, in the unknown.
United, never alone.
I run, observe, admire.
Everything seems intensified or am I more sensitive?
My gaze targets you, as I realize the corners of my lips.
A smile radiates through my entire existence.
The glow persists, a moment for eternity.