So… the vast sea of unconsciousness amongst our fellow mankind doesn’t need to be imprisoning, or isolating, or icy to navigate… It’s like the wild west of hollow potentiality… Like singing alone in an empty concert hall where we get to appreciate the reverb… Like seeing every soul as pristine and irreplaceable artwork hung upon the walls of an eerily empty museum… Like being a spiral rainbow trail dust weaving and dancing through the static barely beating hearts slowly discovering this new day at the earliest moments of sunrise… Like being a fountain for seeds through the eyes everywhere glancing growing but never waiting too long… Never waiting or watching for what seeds grow… But when we return how different the scene, the lighting, the characters, everything coming into its own… ❦
