what do i believe?

what makes our conditions as they are?

what makes this journey so complicated and yet so enriching?

what makes me think about the rocks in the water and how they

got there and how they sounded when compared to a heartbeat that was

Broken

whenever i see the ground of winter i think of soothing sounds

and yet i can't walk through it because the ice melts so many memorys of time

like a drummer who is finding a groove, a soul is finding it's place in the universe again