One

It seems that nature is opening her arms to productivity.


The eternal sleep of life awakens; the lake has thawed and churring waters echo.

As I run, the water glistens, innocent and powerful.

Awe is just, the deep ceurlean blue with specks of sleeping liquid upon it's lap.

The wind tears at my eyes; almost as if I am not meant to withness.

I stop. The sign says to.

Then I realize there was no wind.

Those tears that gently fell, were of no outward force.

Mind preoccupies. The unknown beckons.

The decision between that irridescent vast pool, and dank viscous trip down the mind.

Which would bring knowledge and peace?

Can you hear it? The voice in the mind humms softly.

Trying to ease the pressure upon area, but something is overpowering.

How do you destroy this entity?

Or must I succumb? Take a knee to it's words?

Why is this a possiblity?

Are not our own wants and ideas more powerful than these....words of dissent? Pain?

There's nothing that should be able to do this.

But we let it.

Corrosion has occured for time itself.

Meandering from place to place, it's strange to see what has become.