... in the space where nothing else exists but my thoughts and my sensations like aimlessly weightlessly floating adrift in a void of uncertainty where all feelings are exposed underexposed but rarely overexposed and then the dripping if one can say that something drips in a weightless state a teardrop or a sweat bead jewel like stars fall from my eyes and line my face with thousands upon thousands of wishes to arrive in a homogeneous union...
... to stand or hover on the steps of future endeavors whilst clinging to memories of times when questions had answers and longing had an objective where words still meant something as they were followed by undoubted action to grasp after light beams that flicker between trees between light posts and cell towers between the wood steel and concrete blocks we call buildings we call homes and work where we strain to survive to remain whole and to not fracture under the weight of it all...
... to regain traction to elevate myself by elevating you and to see it all from above soaring in the cold airless space a void by the soul created to answer the big questions with more questions rhetorically breath my breath back to you in hopes for a different insight or a different outlook to take charge and aid the broken blood pumps fusing them back to one in a whirlwind of sand blustered eroded from the sharp edges that cut slice and dissect us from everything else and to settle in the midst of it all...
... united...
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Listening:
Flying Saucer Attack - For Silence
