Day 862, absorbed.
Waiting for the ground
absorbing time, decisions
and giving it back.
Day 832, noise.
Thousands of synapses inspiring in you.
The noise drowning out your iridescent path.
Drenched by the weight you reach out your mind,
to see a perspective in calm and silence.
Day 831, waking.
A youngling opens up,
to a world in riddles.
Day 770, take a chance.
