Overpowered by the initial surreality of the exterior, I buried myself in the sensation of
The official race against time began with standing still.
A murmur of brutality long in the uncertainty of a sunny day.
Everything slowed down
Lethargy danced to the beat of continuous cries for self-realization and productivity
Eventually, turned into the echo of normality,
the echo of a possibility
Fear - hope. Both are neither new nor gone.
The respect for the fragility of life grew
A rethinking of what we value & where to find it
In the woven flower bed of everyday gravity a veil of pollen rain fell