I move.

I walk

And journey lands near

And far.

I cross rivers

And

Climb many mountains.

I am not looking for

Anyone

Or

Anything

For

I live and breathe

Splendor

With each heartbeat.

With each footstep

It flows from my skin.

My heart is

Tranquility

For peace is my soul.

I am not separated from,

For

With

Everything

I am one.

Waking and stretching.

Filling my lungs

With

That first morning

Breath.

Birds singing.

Dogs barking.

An abundance of giggles

Resounding

From down the hall.

All is well.

All is well.

She tore them up

And

Threw them on the floor.

She does not want

Them

Anymore.

Her heart cannot be patched

With paper mâché.

Your

Ink and

Pretty paper.

Where your words meet your deeds,

That is where her

Trust

Lies

And hope

Abides.

The coldness

Just the

Open road

And

I.

The radio turned off.

The wind.

The rain.

The steady swoosh

Of

The

Windshield wipers.

Nobody messing with my head.

Nobody messing with my

Heart.