A silent wind brings the scent of memory upon me, as my foot steps over the root of my being. Tall spires pierce the light, gifted to perceive the perception. The feeling of form amongst the giants, as she speaks through her actions, still dreaming as the world erupts and comes to greet this weary traveler. A waking glorification, is my consternation, yet the seed is safe within the many. What can ever truly die? Another world exists behind this veil of high city walls, a relationship waiting for reunification. Bound by the strength of others and divided by nothing, as the more than human world carries us along. The stories of all are sung together to retain the balance. As the circle envelops the whole, the wound will heal from the inside, to reconnect us, with what was never on the outside.
Words and Image by: Josh Fleming