Ｌｉｆｅ.

Is life all a dream? When does consciousness begin? Does observation alter an event? Parched we approach the well, enlightened by its moist contents; Shedding skins of cloth exposed bodies, muddy with ancient memories; Once we swallowed too much, depleted salt from our nutrients; Drained the resource unearthed svelte remains once an ample reservoir; The innate distance of taut wire between us lost its staying power; Our fingers splayed with air, arms navigated toppling balance. . There's an ancient art of accepting and offering just enough as needed; Vessels mustn't receive beyond their means, nor empty beyond giving. ~