for_the_moments_i_feel_faint auburn I prayed for him, and he came. And the journey has been chaotic. And beautiful. I'm learning to love him more every day. I'm learning to let him love me. But sometimes I think of the one who I didn't pray for. The one who is there anyway. And I wonder if silent prayers swirled him into autumnal existence. I feel like I owe my whole heart to the one who misted in on a rainbow moon, but I can't seem to let go of the space I've always left for the floating leaf--who only falls closer. 080919 what's it to you? who go blather from