Sometimes

Sometimes it feels like,

I speak to

Hide behind it

Hahaha whoops

Shadows make me shiver pine dust makes sap and body goes bump in the wave.

…

yet,

why is it that life & I know each other?

Why do I hear singing?

Could I claim to know a thing?

we ‘cannot know?’

Cannot know.

I am not sure this life is pretend

As if,

wasn’t it that, ?

I saw this is all virtualizing

I am unsure about much, from time travels, I say, ‘ya know what, I do know a bit,’

yet,

in such statements I see,

in order for knowledge,

I allow it to leave me, to be absent of myself, like well, life sees it too, I’m obstruction, the view of holding. Fires may as they may? Rain too might trust, that’s ok…Bye bye blue bird singing songs something pure and

True

True

I am instrument, a tool for the sound to pass through, I am not that sound,

though, I was there as that tone started songing

A bird longing

Singing….