ashes to ashes 1.20.10
the daylight bursts into my room, illuminating the dancing games of the dust i’ve collected…. each flickering white grain is carrying the soul of dreams and friendships that i’ve soiled myself with. maybe that’s where my memories come from…every grain i swallow is the tiniest taste of my past
…the smell of dry leaves
…the flame reflected in her eyes
so much dust, from everything we’ve created in our ultimate recyclery. with infinite efficiency, not a grain is wasted. processing our desires and conquests into flesh and bone.
so i start another day with a deep breath…and end it with a sigh as i digest my elders and the world around me. and as the dust settles on my closed eyelids, i dream of sweet creation.