he comes

exhausted//.

i woke up this morning with eyes more tired than the night before.

the trees swayed in the October breeze. the sun shone its October warmth. (yet it was more lonely that way.)

i sleepily watch as Fall sets in to the month. a tree out in our yard is already burning orange and losing leaves. the trees are cold to the touch in the morning. 

and this heart is breaking more and 

                                                                       more.

indigo blue//.

the stars were up way before the sun. so was i. (for the first time in a long, long time.) it was sad. the birds were still quiet in their nests and the traffic light turned from red to green for a lonely car. 

i remember i climbed that hill as fast and hard as i could. to run, run, run away from the things i couldn't face. you. them. the pain that was already choking me. no one was there.

i've tried to move on, but these things haunt and

                                                                                                             haunt.

she calls//.

i called out into the valley for an Answer. and it came. sweet and soft, but burning powerful. a wild pain that required sacrifice and death. 

(a cold wind flew through and that's when i knew.) the Lion said it all.

i can still feel the ache. i can still see the blood and the wounds. i sat against the wall and cried until my throat was sore. (He comes.) the Shepherd sat beside me and hugged until there was nothing left.

don't you ever doubt it.

                                 (He comes.)

xx

it's been a really long week.