Idleness

Between the moment of nothings is the movements within. Sitting feeling the breath and growing awareness of all the parts of yourself encased in skin.

Realising everything is connected through a network of fine cables which spread through flesh like the roots of a tree through the earth. While the hair billows gently in the wind as freely as the weeping branches of birch trees.

The wind will always send songs of near and far, passing our nerves like the wireless messages of our phones.

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