003 of the Visible Thoughts series.

Give me eternity and yet still I've remained unexplored -- the ancient cavern treasuring my tomb until one day a leaf falls upon its lid, the dog smells its crisp green and the leash tugs the man's hand into the abyss. And so he finds my resting eye and I wake by the gentle hum of a bee floating alongside him. With its beating wings, I smell the new world and drink the breeze, but I am a stranger and this land is foreign. My body is fragile but each step shivers the grass. I am alien here. So I sit with this and these words trying to make sense of displacement and fighter jet thoughts when I inhale the ethereal but exhale carbon.