Quietly now, before the indulgence of speech. When the mind pitter patters in a frenetic beat. Perceptions split and curiosities rage in an uninhibited battle for the recesses of ones mind. I ache cleanly for peaceful thinking as I wade neck deep in thick mud. Lyrically speaking everything has meaning but in the ephemeral state of thought I am lost. Constantly keening. Dreaming. Finding meaning. Where is this leading. Stop. Just stop. And breathe deeply. The moments are waiting sweetly. Patient for their time of notice. Existing serenely. I am tight, held fast in this lost and found. Eyes curiously seeking.
Break the fast.