The rolling hills remind me of family. They are a space of peace. Where children gather in cabins. Families pans heat out the kitchen window into the green hills. Becoming part of the Earth. Another working piece of the clock that we don't see but are a part of. We see our pets making claw [...]
Let me be free let waters a glaze caress the darkness of the cave Dare i go in? An underwater ship maned at deck treasuries buried in the deep rowing back clocks and file cabinets sink into the deep ink wading upon the sand Do I dare Go inside my mind?