the night.

Let it flow. Let it ride. Let it be.
All day long, has consisted of climbing up and down stairs.
Up, down, up up up,down down, dance with someone, down down.
Never finding a destination, just ascending and descending.
No rest. Keep moving, keep moving to survive.
If I stop, surely gravity will ride.
I will not be governed by gravity, no not today.

Picture this:
a cold walk towards a warm feeling.
The flame of candles and hearts deceive images upon the wall.
Voices rise in unison once the crescendo hits.
a sleepy awakening, welcoming hearts.
Descending again, into a place of value and love and healing.
Being held is nice. Holding is nice too.
intention.

This week was so..long.
let it flow.let it ride.let it fly.