Long life

Constant questions about conscious, rules established burnt and risked. Better just stay still…

Slip another pill and rewind.

I don’t believe in death future power slick existence, just figure out what reality means be cross but don’t seek vengeance.

Slip another pill and rewind.

Let free the pain and suffering, release the idea of self, break free of the moss’s restrictions. Lay low take another

Slip another pill and rewind.

But he stays in me and in you, his thoughts have long taken root, so rejoice in his being and fable and take nothing more than you should.

Moss

Through the water I wadded, slowly the cold creeping up to my chest, the heat of the day was unbearable and the cold, a relief.

I pressed forward the heart cooling, slowing and the mind clearing. Up in front the water fell filtered through the moss. Each stream an individual drop united to form a string, a necklace of pearls reflecting the suns light.

I reached out to touch and my hand sank into the soft. Those five centimetres of give, the gentle resistance and response were pleasure. The cold and grainy friction released the tension in my heart and brought a smile to my face. Pure nature, simple touch and ecstasy.