for some portion of time it seems like nothing can change or interrupt the pure shock that overwhelms the dull senses. you feel the the waves the ocean gleaming from far away you see it
for some small minute speck of time you can taste the revolutions of the sun and spirals making up the galaxy, and you, in the midst of it all don’t mind your insignificance. it isn’t burdensome, but a relief
a brief wind in calm galleries, and you lying among the tall grasses, nothing is wrong, only the sky with its orange-blue hues can be real, now, and nothing more
there’s that fleeting sign for something real and something tangible to push yourself forward, against the signs that interminably push us into the ground but you won’t fall, I won’t fall, because we support each other, once forever today and forever
