novy

There's some kind of substance here. The way that my thoughts work like fractals one flowing to the next creating a seemingly endless web of complexities.
I could feel you in my dreams. I could feel the touch and the understanding.
"Outta control, alternate, delete"
She hums in words unspoken to herself. We felt the structure of our existence. We touched on the impossible. We didn't give up hope, we created hope.
We fell through the fabric of something no one else could understand.
We didn't keep an open mind. We didn't keep a closed mind. We kept a mind. We kept the inevitability of what we knew to be there.
We didn't fight it. We didn't let it in. It was just there.
We flowed like a stream, like a breeze. Sometimes people just need to let go.
Sometimes people need to prioritize.
Sometimes people need to know what really matters.
Here we are, staring at blue carpets and what's under those carpets are the hardwood thoughts that form the foundation of something that can't be put into words.
We create our foundation.
We don't need cement or bricks or mortar.
We have our own strength.
We know our weaknesses.
But really, what are weaknesses when they're not compared to anything.
We've thrown comparisons away.
We've accepted.