seasons of a wandering heart
Seasons change like memories. Swelling on a yearly cosmic tide.
Never free from change, we move like blood coursing through a body, pumped by a heart under the pressures of life and circumstance.
Horror comes in many forms. It can creep at the door, surprise us in a truth or dwell within our very bones. To escape and flee is a natural instinct.
But what if the horror never disappears?
nothing but i am
What becomes of all of us?
Down in the depths, floating on the sea of time.
Who pulls us back?
Who throws the ropes of salvation?
She dwelled long and lonely under the waves.
Wrinkling into memory as the salt clogged her bones.
Tomorrow’s soul and eternity’s hand.
Raised her from her watery grave.
Covering her in love, picking away the scabs of sorrow.
She smiled & laughed as they ignited the pilot fire inside.
Which shifted fate.
And scared the fish.