Cold soil under my feet. Touchdown. I think I get it now. Or a tiny piece of it anyway. I need to dance.
Is this how it feels? To go down in vibration? I hate it. Can I have some more?
Step by step connecting the dots. Painting by numbers. I’m in
your frequency. Do you want to fly with me?
Galactic thoughts passing like clouds. I’m here briefly.
Watching your daily motions. Don’t worry. I’m your friend.