Passer

In the most recent of times I've felt I've just been floating by without a trace of notice from anyone. Just existing. Being. Traversing. But through all of the mud, the muck, the gray rain, and grime of emptiness there is one thing to keep an eye out for in this void. It's much more vibrant. It's bigger than anything we know and it's the only warmth we should wrap ourselves up in if found. I always hope it's love.