Tune

Don't speak it of it, don't so much as breath it, think it. Expel all thoughts of it from your mind.

The thing about recalling something is that it concretes itself further every time you do.

Where do we stand? Earth ever moving ever changing. Let us all run ahead, exhausting ourselves before we die.

Broken things lay everywhere, splintered thoughts and erratic movements.

Look but don't see. Hear but don't listen. Talk but don't speak.

Fuzzy walls and hazy air, radiating light from everywhere. Sit still in the forest of light. Sit still lest you attract the beasts.

Some games are harder to win than others. Some games, the only way to win, is to do nothing.

It is quite alright I'm sure. There is nothing to worry about. Things can't get worse, not really. Not when you've never played.

Come, let us sit. Back to back, the stars are our audience. Like so many we twiddle our thumbs and wait for the game to end.

But it doesn't. We know it doesn't. Everyone knows it doesn't.

Stay still from playing long enough and you turn to stone. Yet another item for the garden of the world. That is all I ever expect to be.

Yet the unpredictability of the world has shown many a time that not everyone end up this way, despite their expectations.

I barely remember how to stand anymore. How to walk. How to so much as move. And it isn't often people would help you up.

The skies are a beautiful thing. It's always the same sky, but always so beautiful.

But I'm so tired of looking up.

It is time for me to sleep.