Of Attachment

It’s a funny thing. Feels like that real emotion that every man runs from but every woman runs towards, seeking it, the evasive. When you shake the tree, attachment still lets the cobwebs hang giving one the impression that there is more there than thought.  

Change

A change is coming, winds are blowing. Roots one knew one had but never realized how adaptive they could be, areĀ forming around this change, roots to hold one still in the midst of the storm. A change is coming.