Once again I am consumed by thoughts of all
Grounded.
Feet on the ground, easy breath.
Millions of moments have come and gone, although
It begins slowly, seeping in around the edges, and it is just a small amount.
We enter this word, and individual, dependent, not understanding there’s a community, a hive mind that we will eventually try so hard…
Hunger, for food, love, freedom
to be able to do thing you have always wanted to do
There is a way that convey bad news,
she insisted.
Past versions of me.
There are often glimpses of a life that could be considered compelling.
I’m feeling melancholy today