Days of Seventeen

We said goodbye for now,

you above the clouds to nurture your roots

me surrounded by mysteries slowly unraveling in the candlelight

Some Shuri appreciation ;)

Ripples refract the surface, 

amplified the current pushes and pulls.

Floating through the world of interwoven blue,  

in its embrace, it is relief which flows through my veins.

Storms raging above do not sound so threatening anymore,

Pressure, like a shadow, traces every step, every move, every thought. When all you want is release, you try the light, try the dark, try it all. Attempting to outrun the shadows, the drift from all that once was you is inevitable on this wire, where each step forward is done so in fear of falling down.

Close your eyes, take a breath, and remember

You are not the shadows, they do not define you. You define you. What you choose, each and every time that defines you. You are not a puppet in their show, but a dancer freed from the strings.