Hi internet.
I really love this thing we're doing. It makes me happy everyday to wake up and find it all completely new. Dirty Mirrors say not much has changed, but you and me... we see....we see that nothing.
nothing
changing into something
to be anything.

We're not the same. We got greasy while we slept, on the same pillows we've used in the past. All woven in that same old pattern. That same tight encasement patterned in shiny new braces glistening as she steps onto the high dive, at least fifteen feet overhead.  Yelling to her friends in the water her sounds become lost in the symphony of joy and experince present at the city pool. That beautiful song reverberating from the first splash of twilight into the dark. Adding melody her friends scream a little as she moves through the air. Each sounding different yet similar enough to come together in unison, cutting through the hum of being pronounced over the churn of gravity's familiar though astoundingly unique relationship with water.  To which she become a part. Integrated
through emotion
reacting to experience

Surface expanding
the lungs
once they know air
without thought
without action

being is a choice
even deeper
than I breathe.

being choices
deeper
I breathe

be choose
deeper
breathe

be chosen

Breathe
Deep.

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One Love to Dream All
All Dream to One Love