May 5, 2019
That which is blue rides an unseen wave, kept by those who feel the flow. One dives to the heights to find the shallows that keep the roses fed, scarfing their light for the sky, a cerulean blue. Can you feed off this sky? Could it be what you need to pass through the unseen barrier? There's a door. For the few who can see it, the door awaits their pulse. Let it be known how easily one can miss it, despite how ardently one needs it. You see the zoo. You live and work there. Find the door. Escape.