Wings.

I sit in silence at gray owl with my sister. The feel of a chai in my stomach and the feel of a tug on my heart. I mess up and I speak out and this cycle continues and my voice eventually gives out. But then I remember. And when that happens I sit in silence at gray owl with my sister.

I remember and forget, type and still forget. So then I grab my leather journal and literally the ink sinks down into the paper and ultimately it engraves itself on my heart. But does it really? Because for one moment I forgot. For one moment I didn't pray or think or come to any realization except for what I wanted in that moment. So I took it. And then I woke up needed something stronger than a chai. I make some coffee and try to move on.

Moving on and up and down and forward-anything but backward as I move through time the time that seems seemingly slow and seemingly fast at the same time. Seems weird.

So I will pick up my things and pick up my heart that is in the seat next to Hunter and I and I will leave Gray Owl because it's closing. And I will leave this lifestyle as it really isn't mine.

Bai.