How well do you know yourself? Knowledge that doesn't die comes from the whispering of the soul. Propped up by the confines of sinking, stopping.
Dwell on yesterday and it will unravel the thread of your mind. Live for tomorrow and it will never come. A single moment only comes once in a lifetime yet it is where we spend eternity. Swirling singing soft snow settles soothingly upon our shoulders. The globe that confines is made of glass. What a clever prison we reside in that gives the appearance of absolute freedom. Make a man a slave and resistance is bound to ensue, convince him he is free and you will have a slave for life.
Passed by plastic princesses, dancing delighted at the beauty of their own globe. Force applied to fingers, furiously finding freedom. The act of shattering that globe, terrifying. We've been warmed for years by the fluid. Seeking something beyond submerged security is scary.
Movement is life. Not even the water in the ocean can stay there forever. We too must ascend to the heavens and be spread to the earth. However, before we go, it's not a bad idea to wash up on a distant shore from time to time.
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