Late.

Today I slept late.
Today I woke up to a running start that set a pace that my feet managed to be ever one click behind.
Today I slept late.

Today I felt small.
Today I felt my biggest attempts marked only faintly and on the low place on the wall.
Today I felt small.

Today I thought anxiously.
Today I saw my worry coursing through the grooves in my brain in sixty shades of green.
Today I thought anxiously.

Today I held my tongue.
Today I felt stuck beneath internally muted wonderings.
Today I held my tongue.

Today I was never, but always, alone.
Today I bumped the edge of feeling and realized it'd be a day of very little feeling at all.
Today I was never, but always, alone.

Today I will go to bed late.
Today I will make my queries upon this sleepy eyed concrete and find in fact that it's really not that hard to break.
Today I will go to bed late.

Tomorrow.
Tomorrow I can't sleep late.

Intermission.

It's been over three months since I've written last. I've flirted with the idea of sitting down and loosing the words which sit in the waiting room of my heart, but instead I've prolonged the silence till "pregnant pause" could no longer define it.
Despite all of this I remain hopeful in my pursuit of a more dedicated intentionality with writing... I am blessed to have people in my life who will unknowingly admonish my passivity with their encouragements and continual support.


Fear not;
I have not closed the book on my love affair with words.