here goes

[hercondolences]

Here I sit, sipping on miso:

Dreaming of silence, walking through the streets of an abandoned city street
; unnoticed as part of the pavement.
A wistful energy; a girl unknown.
a spirit missed, glides with the tides of the night.

Wanting to be the object of someone's desire,
worship, love and
thirst.

Freedom to be,
Without the notion of things falling apart.
Because they are simply woven
together.

There is seamlessness.
~No requirement of effort
~Only positive binds together

a web - cloud encapsulates, cushions, protects, defends.

I lay in waiting.