SCAR TISSUE
Wisked away in a cloud, but not a shroud. Only during a secondary moment were we not aware of our situational progress. Our plight was followed as if in a vacuum until WHOOSH, everything became so clear. Back to complete comprehension, apprehension, and the task at hand. Everything is so less complicated when there is absolutely no control. Not anarchy, but more like the infant at a funeral. The guests are really the ones in pain, in limbo. The infant and the dead are in bliss, and not mutually exclusive as the soul is passed on as a new sapling in the fertilizer fo truth.
