Take me far above the trees, spin me around on the wayward breeze.
Been talking about all these things in analogies, bubbling up synchronicities.
Something is different, normal seems strange to me,
a foreign space I’ve never witnessed, a thing of mythology.
Funny how something tossed around so familiarly is such an enigma to me…
I guess I like being counted among the anomalous things.
Just like every living being I’ve ever met. Full of miraculous intimacies.
As different as the thumbprint we come bearing.
So sad for anyone who’s blind to this, the fact that you exist is pure magic…
