{ china camp spot stream }

it's already almost february. the beginning of the year kicked off tough and then the bend came around. i had a fire yesterday burned away some old things papers thoughts memories more papers. it was a marking a signification. the heat took to my cheeks i watched the flames and every piece i fed grew the fire. thirty one, entirely new cells in my make up. compassion beamed in unexpectedly in a way i had been striving for years and years. it was almost as if she came to dinner slipped in through the back door sat down without a notice, until she asked to pass the salt. then her presence washed over,  her presence inherently known. now i am with the one i love it is natural an occurrence of life, as the seasons, cloudscapes, and climate changes. i feel older yet the same. disbelief in the hand of time. i bet i'll always feel like i am 18 years old.