this, i feel, takes my soul, surrounds it with fluffy and serene marshmallow and floats it higher and higher up, drifting through the atmosphere lightly and wondrously.
Standing in the tall grass Thinking nothing You know we need oxygen to breath Whenever you are walking you're just moving the ground Whenever you are talking you're just moving your mouth Where ever you look you're just looking down
i was staring at the moon, and i was staring at the leaf sprouted on the tree, and i saw the similarity... we are just being. me and the sprout, existing is all we are. being is all, so lets be it all.