I question eternity.
In my life nothing is forever.

I examine eternity.
The infinite hum of silence
The eternal glow of the sun

two pillars
they seem to be eternal
they are rooted into the ground like trees
reminders of human intervention
reminders of our industrial age
One day the pillars fall.
We realize they were only temporary,
but we are left with something that is more powerful:
the feeling of eternity.

once you fall you can never seem to get up again
there is a feeling in between sitting and standing
this invisible barrier between the past and future
the burden of the present weighing us down

this feeling
will it last?

this feeling
it has to.

do do do do do do
i am so happy
da da da da da da
full bloom
could we perhaps
bloom forever?

The warmth of a spring morn
all is well

buzz buzz buzz buzz
if I sit in silence that is all I hear
buzz buzz buzz buzz
if I sit with people that's all I hear

What came before language?
What came before thought?
What came before expression?

What is language?
What is thought?
What is expression?

Art.

Ownership is a funny thing
Ownership is a silly thing
Ownership is a strange thing
Ownership is objective
Ownership is not real

How does one depict silence?
What does silence sound like?
What is there left to listen to when everything stops?
Who Knows