I am thinking of nothing,
inhaling light.

I am nature.

There's no meaning to life.
But it doesn't matter,
we'll just flow right on out.

I am armed with the past and the will and a brick.

Don't be scared of what's around the corner.
We've already been there.

The air current between the color of white and blue.
Chopping sounds-sad sounds-not even worth screaming.

We make a map.