Modest, far, and out of touch.

Step XXXI
Breathing

I breathe easy most days, regardless of what I am confronting. Though I don't sleep much, I rest peacefully knowing that nothing is permanent. Some times, the seemingly ethereal quality of time being spent can cast a shadow across what is to come, but I find that I mostly feel otherwise.

Every time the day breaks, it leaves the misspent hours in the dust. It is only accepting of new ventures and uncertain dreams.

If you find a shadow cast in front of you, try walking towards the sunrise.