Intrepid Inscape

A casual afternoon walk that leads all those broken steps from our home, away to that quiet little olive pond, there I let my daydreams slowly sink and watch them disappear without a sound. I have spent countless hours ruminating how every last one of my wishful thinking would crest above those jaded waters, just before the weight of its grandeur drags me down with it to that abyss. Then I would lay there, still as a rock, with my idle mind anchored between the need to belong