the horizon according to knees

[lines stream over brainstorming sun]




[thumbnail mapping area moment]




[tower beaming alamo prisms]



[the two towers side by side gleam shine blind]





there is nothing to say. it's perfect right now. waiting for the clouds to pass waiting for the changes to peel off this husk but while i am here i am learning about grace. and there are things that correlate and match parallel which can hurt because they strike right through and to accept it seems almost impossible at moments that is when hopeless sits on my shoulder. the sobs were loud and sudden and then it was me. just me. always me. but way more than me. way more.