who will speak for the dead?
sleep continues to elude me, i dream of heat and space, then awake here scant moments later. i remember space, the endless nights laden with promise, the cool in the dawn, the dew, and the sounds of forever.
i wonder if cities kill us slowly, some great plan unwinding at the speed of light?
i wish to purge my mind and body and step into the now.
i wish to lie endlessly on the grass and watch the clouds form and depart.
melancholia
i forget how to be me, and trust me. i forget that i am pure and innocent and forever in the now. all comes, goes, dust, and rebirth, forever the now.
the star are innumerable, as countless as the grains of sand is what i remember.
“Therefore sprang there even of one, and him as good as dead, so many as the stars of the sky in multitude, and as the sand which is by the sea shore innumerable.” is what was said.