I am dribble, I am fur....
..and every so often, when the wind is whipping by at a certain speed.... when the temperature is at a particular warmth.... and when a dusky, clouded skyline is pierced with silver fretted sunlight.... the world belongs to me. The earth does not rotate upon it's axis, it merely spins to accommodate my foot speed. The flow of existence cascades all for my benefit, and all interlace betwixt nothing and life with every shutter of my eye...