Sept. 17, 2025
Echoes of existence
the story goes like this...it doesn't change. it just keeps fracturing off the splinter... we want to adipose tissue its existence. we feel we need to physically hold the trauma. Needs? Remedy. Its all about the decay you attribute to the pain...As well? the sound of the newfound wonders, nearly inconceivable, at first.... delicate even, where they remain all but a few. I would say one...the thought resides...far to inside own peril, still, mentally. everything else? Reverberating soundly. At this point, we know it is up to us. each in our own will, to carry on the mission.