Hello there, come in .

Welcome to the world of broken rocks

Air filled with thoughts,

Inferno's of Nature.

Interwoven, ever-still flowing, making fluid resonance

Split apart, into more complex creations

Melds of clay, resided in soulful intention,

Building up life filled, so called pensions

I'd call them more, a well full of worthwhile meh -  mer - rants

Sifted through an instant blink of lives constraints.

States of one's loss in harmless consideration,

Yet alert simultaneously,

Sleeping inside awake.

Resides the content of your mind

Visions of the life you have chosen to create.

The paths walked, free or through fates. . .