Breathe
Grapple here in vines where dampness is breath, and crystal futures paint cold metaphors onto leaking minds. The constant dull drip vacates to memories or make believe, both elsewhere, and without the dynamism of breath. Written Jan 2013.... It's better to be breathing, moving, living, grappling with and growing through the difficult and uncomfortable things in life than attempting to exist in the safety shell of memories or pretence and remaining static.