who ever knew.... the cracking open of the skull, the chasm peeking revealing light into  shell, the shocking splash of cool air. the eyes opening, strikingly,  in a room all it's own; the empty, dark, solitary dirt road laid as a path to solidify my steps in front of me... who knew.... that all of this deemed just a s a beautiful.

the journey i've been embarking... feels more lucid, much more tangible, like the dirt between my fingernails. like the smell and residue of rain, coating my eyelids.