

I often wonder the world away
allowing my thoughts to run and play
finding joy in my own creations
the sound of the world in raw fantasia
How wonderful we dance
to the essence of moving
Something about my thumb
seems bent down the middle
Maybe it’s years of improper pen use
Maybe it’s telling any structured systems to
go fuck itself
I am alive
to be alive
in the very essence of living
how we are particles
free
