James D. Windsor, Piled higher deeper.
@cosmic-interloper.bsky.social
Bikes. Coffee. Hiking. Cosmic Interloper.
An existential wanderer taking in the beauty of it all.
An existential wanderer taking in the beauty of it all.
And for the first time,
you see it.
That gentle grace you were gifted,
All those years ago.
you see it.
That gentle grace you were gifted,
All those years ago.
May 22, 2025 at 6:01 AM
And for the first time,
you see it.
That gentle grace you were gifted,
All those years ago.
you see it.
That gentle grace you were gifted,
All those years ago.
You recognize it.
You’ve felt this before.
But only now do you see it.
Only now do you know what it was.
You’ve felt this before.
But only now do you see it.
Only now do you know what it was.
May 22, 2025 at 6:00 AM
You recognize it.
You’ve felt this before.
But only now do you see it.
Only now do you know what it was.
You’ve felt this before.
But only now do you see it.
Only now do you know what it was.
The sun is there.
Its giving you not just light,
but warmth.
A loving hand held out to you.
Piercing through decades of darkness you didn’t know you were carrying.
Its giving you not just light,
but warmth.
A loving hand held out to you.
Piercing through decades of darkness you didn’t know you were carrying.
May 22, 2025 at 5:59 AM
The sun is there.
Its giving you not just light,
but warmth.
A loving hand held out to you.
Piercing through decades of darkness you didn’t know you were carrying.
Its giving you not just light,
but warmth.
A loving hand held out to you.
Piercing through decades of darkness you didn’t know you were carrying.
You search for answers,
frantic, all around you —
until you look up.
frantic, all around you —
until you look up.
May 22, 2025 at 5:57 AM
You search for answers,
frantic, all around you —
until you look up.
frantic, all around you —
until you look up.
The weight of everything pulling you down.
You start to sink.
You start to sink.
May 22, 2025 at 5:56 AM
The weight of everything pulling you down.
You start to sink.
You start to sink.
Some small thing —
a glance, a voice, a flicker —
and the ground shifts beneath your feet.
a glance, a voice, a flicker —
and the ground shifts beneath your feet.
May 22, 2025 at 5:55 AM
Some small thing —
a glance, a voice, a flicker —
and the ground shifts beneath your feet.
a glance, a voice, a flicker —
and the ground shifts beneath your feet.
You recognize the feeling of that warmth. For the first time in your life you are seeing something as it was. You finally witness the gentle grace gifted to you in that formative time all those years ago.
May 22, 2025 at 5:43 AM
You recognize the feeling of that warmth. For the first time in your life you are seeing something as it was. You finally witness the gentle grace gifted to you in that formative time all those years ago.
You start to sink into the softness below your feet. You feel the weight of it all pulling you down. You frantically search for answers in all directions… until you look up. You see the Sun, shining down on you. Feeling its warmth finally penetrating the decades of darkness surrounding your soul.
May 22, 2025 at 5:38 AM
You start to sink into the softness below your feet. You feel the weight of it all pulling you down. You frantically search for answers in all directions… until you look up. You see the Sun, shining down on you. Feeling its warmth finally penetrating the decades of darkness surrounding your soul.