To Plant A Seed

To cross an ocean, the lights try and remain as they burst back into flame. Ignitions of a past left burning. Condensed and frozen in form, irradiating out from their core. The brilliant light is streaking, tracing the outliers. So far away from the center, witnessing this sun rising. This blue sphere is capable of the task at hand, holding what seems an infinite potential to prove its worth amongst the others. Finally I am at rest upon its surface. Their is much work to be done, yet it is best to rest, yes on this day I will rest.

– Josh Fleming


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