My feet shuffle down the beaten path ears absorb sounds of the woods co-existing with earbuds humming full in, movement walking
Along the way I sat on a log, to rest and found a companion a walking stick leans against the wood thick white string tied designate touch, a witness someone else made it here
I picture you a thermos in your hand sitting with me, breathing deep the sun on your face, smiling
my eyes close sockets protrude, wings the smooth bone bleeds down my cheeks heart pulses, loud vibrations spoken in-between beats there is you
Layered Fragments, Becoming Whole 