at the end of time, we sit and we sit on things that are round
and they float around in a circle
all of time
all of time that is fiction
all of long that is false nothing is long and nothing is time and everything is singular in one spot
we are all the same and everything is the same and everything is different
nothing is and everything is at the same time
we rush to our freedom when we are already free and we forget to sit and experience what is in this time
that is not time
fleeting in a moment of forever that is our choice
that we chose
that is present and far at the same time.
in the night I pray that you will hold me so tight
that's all I want in the world is to be held by you and touched by you and just enclosed in a cacoon of you.
blessings to the universe today has just begun and everything I'm typing is for you the only one,
it sits inside my bedroom window seal and tells me songs and stories about the future in his tiny wheel,
it's brave and into everything that's underneath the sun for everything is interesting to the only one.
I am you and you are me so let us not pretend
we are standing in the start and at the very end