Day 46: First and final
You can go deeper into the sounds, searching and seeking soon we’ll be found. Finding profound amounts of ups and downs, we’re flying around, light blinding, reminding you of our best times. Tick-tock pounds the clock as the hands spin round, winding back the time to refine our count cause it bound to be a miscount. How many memories?
We need more binding for all these stories, an unconscious study in starting a masterpiece. An increase then decrease in our tree’s red leaves as winter comes the pulse begins to slow. Freeze and free yourself from these needs, 2 bodies live, but 1 soul sees. Watching seas and sunsets while waves sweep and greet us to the westerly breeze, our first and final moment, welcome the start of being complete.
Remember the good times,