thirty three

What times and places

that once were fulfilled in me

are now dried coffee.

thirty two

How did You create

a place where time was no more?

Such a perfect place.

thirty one

Mists of nights like these

soon turn into frozen beads

pondering first freeze.

thirty

I am grateful for

all the little things that I

take for granted here.

twenty nine

I'm sad I haven't

done one of these in a while.

Looks like I just did.

twenty eight

Nostalgia is like

Deja vu, only a bit

sadder and truer.

twenty seven

Let your natural

inclinations guide your steps

through the humid woods.