One more day, maybe I'll understand. I exist, suspended high below, from a vantage point I see. One day that person shall be me. Whatever fence, obstacle or fern in between him and me. Whatever trial, tribulation and hindrance foreseen, judgement shall be quite quick, even clean.
Finite, such as a human life must come to an end.....Infinite still are the possibilities contained within. Free-floating in between insights instinctually conceived, I perceive a difference in what I believe. A feeling that all may just not be as it seems, when to fall upon dreams borders the obscene. Yes, to question is vital in my journey to be.
Lightning strikes as the dirt coalesces, then streams towards the bottom. Although much is left behind, a lot floats away. The only constant which remains, as it was before the rains, is the force of gravity forever pressing on the sea.
Can I get a transition?
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