Pedals smell so good...
The sunset shades changing...
The stars are such that I...

I'm breathing...

Living.

I can't remember you...


Not a line of thought to jot.

What is this?

All the smiles from them...
Electric pictures of memories stem.

No paper. Huh - em !

What is this?

I can't remember you...

Scenes of raining eyes, and cold skies...
Sun beaming, glisten, then lies...
All the levels of broken ties...

I can't remember you!

No strings attached, I've unlatched my glare, broke away down the stairs...

Heart beating from the warmth out through freezing pane.

Hello?

Hesitant because I have a pulse,
"This one met me in the cold, where my heart was slowing."

"Keep rowing!", it yelled with it's pulse like a soul-jer.

The Earth calls saying you must leave it. I'm taking...



It?

Clownish it is now acting so...

I remember to!

Eyes a doe flooding a river under my canoe.
The flood washing away my paddle. Nothing I can do but ride down.
Washing away some cattle.

The rapids are so beautiful!



Waves?

What is this ocean?

I can't remember you...

Earth where people stand...
Sure, Earth needs water.
Water is always changing...
Survive so much as tossed!
Nourishing, then gone when murky...
What is something firm to stand on?
A rock.



Ouch! "I stubbed my toe on a rock!".

Are you thirsty?

I can't remember...

A spring sprung forth from the rock?

Someone keeps hogging all the water, and hastily gives no thought of another.

Someone keeps drinking?

Hello Spirit....

Holy?

Have you ever mixed good with bad to see good toss bad out?

Yes.

Some things are not an experiment. They're already proven.

Hello Holy...

Singing in the distance, sweeping feet move through the grasses...

Somewhat are the masses...




Was I my own enemy?

I can't remember...

Sometimes, "No.".

Sometimes, "Yes.".

Always, "Maybe.".

Someone told me about all...





I got another call... another picture... Another request.

Oh... You?

A long attempt, and I'm like an oak on a mountain!

What to do...

What to do...

Oh, Hey you!

Poof!

I'm supposed to remember you.




No. I'm not supposed to...

How did it go? Did you get through?

Hello?

Did you get through?

There's noise and a clash on the other side...

Busy tone...

...

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The pedals smell so good...
The sunset shades changing...
The stars are such that I...

I'm breathing...

Living.

"Hey, your seed has sprout...
I still remember you."

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