Falling



Head held high,

Angled for just the right light through the trees,
Dreaming of utopia's problems.

Who says this dirty fucked up world isn't every heaven & hell devised.
We make our world vibrate just by breathing.
We don't have the choice, we were born into this connection.
Our gifts are ours to give.
We live to make & vibrate the world around us.


Why not?


Good a purpose as any.

There isn't a person born who doesn't touch something.
Basic physics, it all counts. Every breath.