A planet detached from delectable thinking, thinking unknown to the world of hearing as the world sees a box reveal something more, where feelings dry out and no words can recreate these moments.
A world where timing seizes to be broken and people go along with the idea over the concept, of being someone else.
And if only for a moment, and the moments too long.
A world where we fit in, but only for a few minutes to stay in, a world where we don't know the consequences of using it.
The world as we know it, is a world so far away from us that we'll never actually touch it.
Because everyone knows the world.
Word of hearing, she's hard of hearing... revealing a mind, undefeated to the very last core of a moment she can only just grasp... and only just remember.
Her thoughts trip her up and the motion of movement becomes heavy and unnatural, as her
lips change shape to please the world.
He recalls it slightly, but really only shows it rarely, but everything from the last detail she breathed and he knows that.
World of seeing we are here in being, people can relate their opportunities and ideas, but only for a while.
We trust and think we know most of, if not nearly all the things we master. We know how to feel when not in a mode of knowing, or hearing someone else's influence, on life. But these interactions of self faced glory only become apparent after significance, after raw feeling and close emotion that changes its course.
We are the humans that try to decode all of this, and more.