Displaced

Not a hiatus but more a billowing of today, of just today. Which in effect alters the past and the future. Thinking of water itself sinking. It's a Saturday and I bask under the light entering my windows. Free warmth. I face the sun, close my eyes, and chase magnified dust particles on the surface of my eyes. I wondered if you really need language to better understand yourself. Perhaps you don't. But it certainly helps to learn the meaning of the word 'twilight'.