I feel the leaves pass across my ears.
It's… it's scary.
They flap and they sting and they sometimes…
(breathing in)
… they cut and I don't know what I see.
It's like falling down an inside out tree, and I don't really know what this is.
It's green. It's… it's dark green, and I see light.
I'm not at the end. I see light. Just flickers like fire flies off the sides. Just a flash and a flicker here and there. In the back. Off to the sides. Along that outer lash of the eye…
… and I'm cold, but in the inside I'm, I'm warm at the same time.
I don't know what that means.
It’s the leaves again and they touch and they scrape and they wash along me and I'm feeling like I'm starting to forget things - things that happened.
Things that happened yesterday and forever ago at once. Where am I? Where am I going?
What do I see? It's a familiar place and again it's more leaves and branches and…
… and…
.
(we'll get there)
Where am I?
Where am I?
------------------------------------------
A mind to think, a thought to ponder.
When thinking’s thought a mind should wander.
The yester is here.
A mind to think, a thought to ponder.
When thinking’s thought a mind should wander.
The yester is here.