unencumbered

to let fall - to release - to pass upon the weary thoughts into this ground i walk on. i have come to terms, daily - within my workplace, about the mutterings of life. the eventual turn and rotation of life, the circle that continues as ages pass and nations fall. i cut into small bites - food for a woman, mind aged with time, skin hanging heavily, clothes wrapped in a warm embrace. somehow - we are all one soul, encased within the shell of a body. our mind, our beauty, our experiences fade into these small moments.we will be rendered into a mode of accepting help, handling weakness with grace and someday,we shall forever fall into oblivion.