- It floats and sinks and falls and settles on my fur where each flake drowns in the warmth and ceases to exist. This boulder is cold, the air is cold and my skin is numb but a heat glows from within my chest and wraps my heart with a kind touch.
And for what? I hold no sentiment; no passion, nor ache. What am I but an observer like the floras, who wait out their lives upon the great stretch of time and only monitor the days that pass by? No mouth with which to speak- no mind with which to empathize- and only the swift wind can break their static poses.
In every way, I am like any other. There is naught that sets me apart and this I gladly embrace. I shall remain neutral, unlike an entity but rather a passing feeling or the mundane scent of Forest earth. Brief and forgettable. And I feel not as a being- I have become detached from the bleak animal which now shivers atop the lonely expanse of granite watching the finches hop upon topbranches. It is as if my mind had split and that which controls my routine actions has stayed to let me trudge through the day, while my unfastened mentality floats above to mull over the insignificant.
Okey, answer this question honestly now, has ANYONE noticed that I've been gone these last months, after the halloween abio, Ihasn't visited TEF once!
