mist
from the calm forest
across the tree top creeps mist
cool silent caress
Taken on my RB. Was on a trip down to see a few friends, and I was already running late. Entire universe against me. Why is it such a fight, what drives such? The calm, the taming of the beastial nature, always a balance.
Does the fiend know of the box that it is in? The box is its whole world, its all it knows. When they are shown the ways that the box is imaginary they are free. Yet, where is the perceived edge of that box?