analog otter
And when you finally ask what you’ve been missing,
That’s when you climb the snowy mountain, or walk through the dark forest, or lie in a field of flowers with bees buzzing and ants crawling with wind washing your face and sun grazing your cheeks,
Because you must feel to be and then be to feel.
You must walk in the tide and wait for your feet to sink in the sand with air bubbles popping under your toes and sand pooling over the arch of your foot.
You must experience to be experienced by another.
Let the dawn open your eyes and the sunrise welcome your gaze, let the grass feel your touch and the frogs hear your praise, let the crisp air taste your lips and the flowers smell your muzzle so you yourself can be experienced. So now get up and do.
Once then you’ll be free.
