Eyes So Blue, Hair in Flames

by practicalspactical

The music is playing in what we now call the background. (Background to what? Foreground of Our Being?)

Life & Time flows past me. I stand still.

What seems flat and static is strange and complex. A crystal origami lattice, folding and unfolding into and around itself. Constant transformations, unseen and unnoticed, as the transforming becomes the transformed.

Always becoming.

Secrets are not and cannot be kept. Not here.