Feel yourself.

Life on earth. Molecules whizzing around molecules.

Pain in the body. Mind dissatisfied.

A countdown from conception.

A body left behind.

(so then, was the body real?)

Everything goes.

Even the tallest trees will topple.

But don’t let that drive you insane.

The grass shrivels, the birds fall, but you

you

have somewhere to go.

You know that.

Your dreams are a bending playground. We flow in and out of each other and when we talk it doesn’t make sense but we understand what it means.

No boundaries.

To die is sleep.