sometimes we need to throw ourselves in to get lost
in order to find ourselves again.
wherever the trail leads to do not feel the need to hurry.
take your time.

hushed voices. quiet words. stormy skies.
squalid seas. snaking sands. setting free.
even the most minuscule part of the journey is worth the ticket price alone.

worry not in the blues, or the crisp golden yellow sands,
or in the tonal hues of lives past and times immoral.
worry not whilst floating, speeding, flying, falling,
highing lowing knitting or selling your threads of life.

whatever words used, whichever craft plied,
infer your soul meaningful and immerse inside.

hello, my name is michaela

and i'm really cool.