I don't know how long I can stay standing. In one of the secluded corners of the isolated lodging,
I rested on my shoulder and heart, covering my face like myself in a golden cage
from behind her hair that makes me feel; clouds first above us, then
I was watching him pass by.

I have no idea where those next to us disappeared
did not have. They didn't make any voices, so I was worried about them. Background track,
infinity from the consonant letters of his name, while promising us that we may never do
the woman I can write; the entire atmosphere, which presents a tiny prototype of life in just 3 minutes.
it made me feel that I should suddenly breathe in the oxygen I didn't want to miss a breath.
And that woman; as if supporting me, directing my movements according to the rhythm, opposite to the rotation of the world
It was causing an action. Time had stopped!

***

We decided to extend our roots to the magma. Didn't every living thing live for this anyway?

Everyone seemed to have taken a shovel, helping us blend into Gaia. The incident they witnessed
I think it took them out of breath, too.

We were being absorbed by the world. We were absorbed and becoming soil.