blue sky glory be

[hidden poking peaks]



[diagonal leaning points joined]


i sat in the grass it was sticky sticking me. there i was trying to figure out the heat and the sun and why it was is so glorious, again. even though i already decided it didn't matter i didn't need to know. apparently this is something i need to do is to know i need to know. the heat evaporated from my skin staring at the trees leaves heat is the state of acceptance for me. it peels sheds reveals and all that is left is the present. the heat softens the particles in the air it all expands and stands.