Life.
Real life.
Tangible while completely imperfect in more ways than countable.
Beautiful and vibrant.
Incomprehensibly complex; it is quiet, frenzied, irrational,
stable.
Solid yet soft.
A great mesh of breath and flesh and bones and fluid.
Made up of the miniscule, the visible, the fragments of a
universe.
A magic born of imagination.
Pulsing on the edge of truth, we are all drowning in what is
never-ending.
All at once then none at all.
Mine with yours.
Life.
PEACE X
