A Urge to do everything something nothing all at once

over and over and over again

 Like a monkey with a miniature symbol :P

Limitless

 Death is always on the way, but the fact that you don't know when it will arrive seems to take away from the finiteness of life. It's that terrible precision that we hate so much. But because we don't know, we get to think of life as an inexhaustible well. Yet everything happens a certain number of times, and a very small number, really. How many more times will you remember a certain afternoon of your childhood, some afternoon that's so deeply a part of your being that you can't even conceive of your life without it? Perhaps four or five times more. Perhaps not even. How many more times will you watch the full moon rise? Perhaps twenty. And yet it all seems limitless.”
― Paul Bowles

 

 

Theta Code

Goosebumps

Cold air

Something unknown

...


Play me the songs that make the stars dance.

The sky a little clearer


A suit made for space and a place to snuggle - vast open plains.

In the silence, I hear a gentle hum

There is is again - Goosebumps

A step - forward ? or is it up?

starlight refracts - bounces and then stops.

My skin absorbing the energy of stars.

Older than time - and older than the planet - here it rests in me.

 

 

The Pivot

The road ahead is predicable 

Its bumps and knocks expected...

Almost 15 years ...

A path well-worn,
but heavy steps grow slower.

Change whispers.
A small smile grows larger —
a call.

Step.
Pause.
Step.

The horizon
widens.


My Breath returns.