There's something about feeling and touching the ground that makes it incredibly human.
systems within systems
roots cry to one another, forming a complex infrastructure, that we step upon
yet crying castles, show the way out.
they stem from such reliability.
yet we look down upon the system that supports us.
mud = dirty
yet we not used to seek answers to questions
that we know it all
sounds of inner voices
the invisible suffocation
mud = connectivity
embracing uncertainty
we don't know it all.