somtimes sitting still felt so complicated, the conception of traveling time in one singular spot, time always ticking, not stopping for anyone, became a burden. secretly behind eyelids he knew he should be doing something, working towards reaching tomorrow. but the more he sat the more he forgot and tomorrow never seemed to come as he sat and slept in the same place.

morning rose and as starshine faded with the suns beams, he opened to his eyes and with arms outstretched to the midmorning sky, he fell into the clouds.

and though for some instance he felt misplaced or lost - there were times when he knew beneath the gravel of his conscience that he was finally doing something about it. and to that, made all the difference in the world.