The day we lost our voice with little choice, I can't explain. An act of agony. And someone told me too that it's true when you call aloud. It's only destiny.
Amber cascades all over today. Then we walk on a crooked catwalk. Only to be delayed. Bubbles of blue burst into two. Eaten up by the incoming tide. Of the new.
On the first part of the journey. I was looking at all the life. There were plants and birds and rocks and things. There were sand and hills and rain.