the Secret to Making the Best Person

“Now I see the secret of making the best person: it is to grow in the open air and to eat and sleep with the earth.” 

Walt Whitman




Upon, first sight, a tingling fear of the social orphan.  The messenger from a village made of stone.  She wore no ‘safety’ harness, while traveling pagan streets…She had been…deliberately, alone.

But, after a barefoot resistance, I dared to care.

Enamored!  There had been no forsaking the ever-changing moods of her hair.

A blistering fever soon discovered me.  Unearthed, my wants.  My needs.  A constant ache!  Coveting that seasoned tranquility.

Once I found the maiden of my cares.  My spine straightened.  As though, I had been under her watchful stare.  However, like a childish fairy tale from a foolish heart.

I had been left with a bush of burning questions.

And, no one to command me.imageedit_12_2144049063

Just the constant ache of my seasoned tranquility.



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