You are all just different versions of myself. All I can do is sit back and watch as a wave of energy swims everywhere. Each person is me. I know them inside and out. It's ok to cry-- it's overwhelming, I understand...
Sharper thoughts materialize in the form of bats, dampness and darkness calling... can't refuse... because I love the green of moss. Sounds of droplets falling, as they have for eternity... drip, drop, drop, stalagmites being whispered into existence. I finally take darkness by the hand. It's calm and cool in the shadows. Warmth can burn.