this is the gentle kind.
seeing bold footprints of joy, but is aching.
an ache for the present.
for deeper, always more.
for fear of loss.
ache to curl up and live in the present just a little bit longer.
it reaches the corner of my heart that feeds off of nostalgia.
when gladness overflows, comes the sweeping sadness.
a fear, or rather anxious heart that it all could be taken in an instant.
perhaps a lack of faith.
the gravity of it is slowly being revealed to me.
the weight of its occurance is crippling.
not everyone plans to leave.
today, the blessings are abundant.
sincerely,
B
