Flying blind
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1 min readMar 12, 2019
there is no telling where I’m going
there isn’t even a trail — I’m flying blind
the only frequency that matters
is where I am right now
trusting the fading day
and its rainbow of light
embracing the grittiness
and the beauty of the moment alike
quietly watching the leaves
as they whisper of whilting
and allow them to pass
into the moment that I am