Harvest Season
There were performance reviews. Then the forest grew.
There were performance reviews. Then the forest grew.
A creative, gamified look at various brain networks and how they interact.
The fabrication upon fabrication.
But I am only human.
I sit here in my bubble Complacent in minor victories And conquest of an imaginary castle
To be alone for any decent length of time is an invitation for the soul to play in the backyard of awareness. A well of gravity pulling you in, slowly, into a fear caused by its own presence.
A breath upon the wind of time, Tingled my ear and told me a story, Of feelings long felt, lives long lived.
Sacrilegious, hedonistic, scheming, vengeful; Angry, aggressive, virulent, violent
She slowed her pace to a walk, and approaching the cozy cabin, knocked on its door betraying her curiosity.
With waves lashing on upon you, Basking in your solitude, Upright you stand amidst dark grey clouds With stone-cold gaze of grey-black stone.
“Sometimes, weird things happen in such a way that you are reminded of your place in the world”. “Here we go again.” “It was you who asked.”
I watch my breath like a curious child, you come by unannounced; you frolic and play and make yourself home, I forget myself and play with you.