Turn around and slay the shadows ( in your mind ) the ones that seemingly follow you everywhere. . .
You won’t find me anywhere here
This place isn’t not my where my soul feels most at home
You could stand there. Unbalanced. Looking for a place to hide.
Or let the shadows of the sun burn its way through your hair.
The clock sticks. Causing time to shift. As the sky rearranges itself in my head.
In another World. . . On a different beach . . . The moon did rise . . . The stars did play . . .
She breathes in. She breathes out.
To the ( the opportunity ) of choice . . .
To ( the opportunity ) to choose . . .
— it has been a privilege
Paddling from one sky to another. . .