Witness

Witness

What is there to witness but the realization that there is so much more?

A blade of grass, the tender platform for the sole of a child.

A spectacular view of floral escapades flowing densely against the walls of Babylon.

What is there to witness but the beauty of entropy, enveloped in the emotional notion of freedom?

There is witness to freedom, dispensed in the darkness of solitude and respect.

There is witness to bear in the overarching entropy of truth and the holistic escape from fear.

Spatial isotopes settle in disgust, and havens are dismissed by those who can bear witness to identities sourced in indulgence.

Preserve the peace, love, and guidance found only in the spaces where proportionate ripples vibrate through time and space.

Witness.

Witness the oddities and truths that lie between the fingertips of knowledge. Witness what it is to experience life through the eyes of a soul not of this earth.