The unknown lingers as I stare into an empty field.
City air feels uncertain with debris like particles performing a spontaneous dance. Moving as holograms that curate themselves.
Colored ideas emerge from mixed emotions. They are the hope in a faith not always visible...
It has been nearly half a year and silences still replace words.
Language; too ******* the body, but our eyes; still felt and our voices heard. Masked expressions; only to be seen in private behind shadows of ineffable affliction. I feel empowered.
I am grateful to live as my evolution in an ever changing dimension.