frames of speed and ticking clocks roll past me like the clouds. temporarily alive, i listen to silences we have. and this feeling i get when I'm with you, i don't know, i don't want it to go! roots break tide. growing through and spreading through ligaments that bind up to the leaves up high that form a conscious effort to transform. say how bright the city lights of conscious efforts to transform we find in central ties. worn out rope yet knots that hold show valuing a feeling missed with noble stories told. and i know I'm not simple to fool. I'm just trying to learn. i'm not here to follow in such steps. I just want to try.