So you know.. Thank you!

I woke up this morning with a sense of impending doom. Butterflies in my stomach. Fuzzy, racing brain Maybe its the threat of thunderstorms. Maybe its the threat of something else. We allow ourselves to get stuck in pretty bad thoughts, fear confusion.. doubt. All the usual fun stuff that makes us question our paths or paralyzes us mid-step

In these waiting moment, these in-between dreams, your words are like lifeboats. The sun of last night's sunset. The stars and the rain. Everything. Be, if you can, the light that shines sideways- through the slatted doors- that keeps me, from you.