infancy

Young people percolate through the pores of the lack of existence. Knives and sticks and stones build strong structures and solidify souls. Again all nearly embracing freedom both of and from fear.

I am inspired by the movements of the mind more than the body. So, fight war not wars and instantly resonate through fear to expand into the overlooks above the city that indefinitely never stops moving. Into the deep, narcoleptic hours we will not sleep but rise.

And we will make fire, and lay down our rhythm to the soil above the meridian – we will move down hills and proclaim our freedom.

With the song and dance of our blood, we will be the movement of youth. From energy into matters for the mind. Sure.

We got this.