I feel like I go nowhere but I’m traveling thousands of kilometers an hour.
I feel like I’m going but if I think of how the spin works I don’t know if I’m coming or going.
It’s a lot to take in
Not in vain.
What happened again?
There’s a fight and the night is moving around me I’m not moving but I’m moving but I don’t feel like I’m moving
Do you see or hear or feel me?
A twinge who knows.
It’s too early in the morning.
Or late in the morning.
Don’t know why they’re fighting, I’m sure it feels important to them.
I hope it’s better sooner than later.
Even the air is perfectly contained in it
This bubble in space.
With a rock inside.
Suspended in place by what and why?
But we aren’t suspended we’re moving but are we moving or flying or falling?
If we are moving where to and why if we are flying the same but where from and if we are falling,
Where is the bottom?
But there are still people awake they seem like they enjoy their conversation they walk by
It just doesn’t seem to end that’s all when I press farther than farther there is a boundary but it doesn’t seem
Solid
Like the boundary between air and water.
I simply don’t possess the means to breach it that’s okay I suppose I don’t need to go much further after all the holes
Simply jumping within them can have no bliss because I can’t imagine
What’s on the other side of this so I wonder
But it’s very far away do you feel it pull you when you look it’s way
We haven’t traveled that far it’s under foot or above head my hearing
In this spot goes dead does it hear
Does it think?
As it consumes
Where do they go are they positive or negative?
So many questions but it doesn’t reply and when I look up
My eye is drawn back to the one I often missed
He was gone in winter and in summer I missed him.
From the rings of Saturn.
On a rock too warm and too cold at the same time.
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