Transition into change.
Frightening.
You're alone.
You can move with the world
as it sways along your trails
and its own.
But you will always be alone.
Essentially, in the end.
The loneliness of movement
Of the breath of the grass
in a field of nothingness.
Forget, never.
Live, always.
Exist, now.
Find a way
through each moment.
It's easy.
Just inhale.
Feel.
Let your hair
blow from your face,
your eyes.
Be blind, never.
Exist.
Always.
Live.
Now.
You are alone.
But you are with the universe.
You're alone.
But you aren't.
One.
You are all.
All is you.
E x i s t .
N o w .
D a n c e .
B r e a t h e .
I n h a l e .
E x h a l e .
L i v e .
N o w .
L i v e .
N o w .
B r e a t h e .
N o w .
I n h a l e .
E x h a l e .
E x i s t .
Jul 21, 2012
Jul 21, 2012 at 9:39 AM UTC
Transition into change.
Frightening.
You're alone.
You can move with the world
as it sways along your trails
and its own.
But you will always be alone.
Essentially, in the end.
The loneliness of movement
Of the breath of the grass
in a field of nothingness.
Forget, never.
Live, always.
Exist, now.
Find a way
through each moment.
It's easy.
Just inhale.
Feel.
Let your hair
blow from your face,
your eyes.
Be blind, never.
Exist.
Always.
Live.
Now.
You are alone.
But you are with the universe.
You're alone.
But you aren't.
One.
You are all.
All is you.
E x i s t .
N o w .
D a n c e .
B r e a t h e .
I n h a l e .
E x h a l e .
L i v e .
N o w .
L i v e .
N o w .
B r e a t h e .
N o w .
I n h a l e .
E x h a l e .
E x i s t .
Written on September 3rd, 2009