Winter gusts cut from north lands, snow is silence—vastness within offers refuge. Singing until nightfall. Holding to stillness, forever invincible. Not knowing right or wrong, neither judgment nor hate. I simply am. Life…

Winter gusts cut from north lands, snow is silence—vastness within offers refuge. Singing until nightfall. Holding to stillness, forever invincible. Not knowing right or wrong, neither judgment nor hate. I simply am. Life…
Within years of our birth, we’re measuring our worth—a societal imposition coercing our comparison to faux personas called “other people.” We try to find a non-original fit that feels good-ish; until we un-become ourselves. …
We see your human absurdity, the unsettled manifestations of quaint perceptions claiming moral superiority. You’re jammed into horizontal gravity, unable to find your …
Our brains are burning from words …
Change is the prime inevitable, a linear extent of not always graceful evolutions cutting into our plan “A”. We’re never granted license as disengaged observers but still, when faced…