A spontaneous, midmorning stream of consciousness.
Yes, I know. Things change for the better. Possibly, though, shifting winds take nature along. While we spin our circles, humanity continues to grow. Crocodile tears saltier than the oceans, yet deeper and more fluid. Networks of life brought together as one so that we may stay interconnected. Intertwined?
The cigarette smoke hurts my eyes, the paper crackles while the water bubbles and boils. Bursts. Standing alone in a deserted mind can bring interesting concepts, perhaps not one’s of accolade or merit.
In the end, it is all a river, no substance or meaning, yet I show it like I own it. Like it has done me proud.