Silhouette

The sun bleaches the pigment from my eyes, black silhouettes creep closer like mammoth ghosts and the world is indistinguishable. I follow the deep crevises in the asphalt, tiny trenches of force and destruction. For a moment I feel silent, still, and weightless; floating under a dark lake and holding my breath 'till I reach the surface, gasping for air and then repeat until I'm exhausted.

Today the world is good, my thoughts are free, and I am grateful for the ability to wonder.

Sky Surge

I stop in transition, gaining momentum in the stillness of the night. Time freezes for a second before allowing gravity to pull my heavy heart through the pit of my stomach like a power surge. I kneel down in awe of its wrath.

I turn the page on my calendar, a portrait of fulfillment as I scan months long ago past. It seems like only yesterday I was drowning in liquid misery, but today I feel something that even words can't touch.

Kalyn in the sky with diamonds.

I no longer need to know anything at all, except that

I am.