Drown

Eyes closed, deep breath in. 

Exhale out. 

How quickly my inner being naturally released the bullshit.

As if my soul was granted a new beginning allowing... This. This to fit. 

So perfectly. 

Effortlessly my lips curve with dancing smile lines as numb places begin to feel again. 

Big. Deep breath in. 

Anticipating this head first dive to eventually drain my breath of fresh air... Only to find that I swim just fine. 

This flow of our river is easy.

And not easy as in predictable because our lives still manueaver and turn...

But easy because of the willingness to learn the current. 

Understand it. Trust it. 

I'm swimming in you. Your waters... Mine too.

Mine has flown into yours and pours so effortlessly into this space we've created. 

Excuse me while I enjoy this drown. 

My Garden

My apple is not red.
In fact, my apple isn't an apple at all....only mistaken as one. Slowly, with each rotation of our Earth, my apple hides more of it's identity as it grows... but constantly sharing its sweetness,
What peaks my curiosity is not the actual hidden identity of this fruit but rather, how it remains so sweet? Never bitter. How its still bearing  and not been inhaled fully by the world's hunger. This majestic fruit-- constantly growing. Unidentified, but known,
Happiness petrifies me. Not enough to keep me from being....but enough to where I find difficulty to bask in it. The feeling of euphoria--naturally-- is intimidating beyond belief. The falseness of fear creating a reality for me to believe that things are too good to be true. Oh the fuckery. This river I've formed from the tears of my confessions is only given life--given the energy to flow when I begin to second guess myself. Swimming in it isn't pleasant. In truth, the current sometimes becomes too strong to just sit with my feet in it. My Garden of Eden wasn't grown with it---so as quickly as it appeared, I know it can disappear. No? Falsified fear can die. No? My tree of life grows strong... deeply rooted. & until this river no longer flows--- until it dries up, I'll sit on my life's highest branch. Chest to the sky, Sun giving me life. Basking in my sweet happiness.