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. . .