ancient fires fill my raging heart as I charge into the endless dark this life? so absurd fireballs raining from the sky a phone in my hand out of our mortal conception emotions? not to be trusted glowing screen windows to reality is it real?
Fading leaves in the autumn sun. Green. Orange. Red. Swirling eddies in a mountain stream. Down. Into the river. Swallowed into the thriving infinity. Crimson red with the smell of copper. Blood. The ichor of our mortal race. Doomed to die.
Pure. A simple word. Beautiful. Tears unshed. And blood unspilt. Plain white bread. A feathered quilt. Laughing with a friendly lilt.