letting go of everything
making plans instead of waiting
for a voice to tell me where i should be
and where i will go.
faith is still in my bones and
holding me steady and containing my heart
from regretting the things i know
could hold me hostage.
pretty houses and greenary.
daydreams and lists and hopes
that overwhelm me to a hault.
im learning to expect less.
spontenaity needs to be a party of this routine,
only that seems really contradictive doesnt it?
i like his style, only the appeal of it all
is that he is a stranger..
that hasn't yet offended me with broken promises.
im ready to find a home of my own
and start doing something worthwhile..
...and leave it all behind..
