3c0

What if, we are not meant to focus on the pain or the suffering, but the possibility? The vastness. What if, the headset is meant to be small? What if the fleetingness of the flashing lights are part of the distraction? That diseases were not punishment but signals of wrong turns taken? Somewhere along the way, we kept disconnecting. We kept disassembling. We pulled apart from the ebb and flow. The cycles. The breath. The quiet. The darkness.