for no one

between two storms. some of them happening simultaneously. what a glorious few days.

tonight i was mired in my own restlessness so i pointed my nose northward at 10pm to spend a few hours in the car with a dear friend. the only one i could call at that hour. the meandering process of car ride confessions to articulate what i already know: the marching orders are clear and i have everything i need. clarity, sweet clarity but enough with the phoenix already. how many times will i need to reduce myself to ashes?

maybe as long as it's taken me to put into practice a lesson i feel has only made itself know today: if you want to be with someone who will fight for you, you have to learn to fight for yourself first, even if it's just a peaceful protest. gentle hands for tender hearts.