Someone once said (something like), "I think we're all looking for bits and pieces of love
to put in our pockets"
There are times when the world feels too much,
when it's like the colors that dance behind closed eyes
(but in a frenzy)
and there are also other moments
small enough to keep close
but also wonderfully vast in that kind of infinity
If that vagabond spirit lingers,
I hope it considers the land it rests on
because what is faith if not a loving care for the responsibility it carries?
and so I face the sun, shed the weight of linear, unrelenting time for just a while