Realization of being

Water appears in the grey space above. It comes down as it touches the tip of my head. Following a path smaller than an ant. Moving through the thin spaces crossing textures unique in all the lands. Finding warmth on hills and valleys. Small blades of a smooth but strong part of a landscape that is known to all humans. Going over the mountain next to a cave where a strong breeze is taken in. Gliding down to a corner where emotions find a voice or a shape. Then somewhere on a cliff, the end is sensible but soft. Drops fall down towards a new destination. 

Where the deepest breath is taken, follows a road within towards great spaces where power finds a shape. In the air or deep red lakes flowing twice round the earth without knowing. In a room where the power is controlled to create life for a being. You could hear it sing, softly a quiet song that hold power without words. It makes you feel and realize a great undesirable part of life. When the river of red flows it finds paths of silver threads making all movements noticeable. A sensation on the tip of your finger travels invisibly like the speed of light towards a place of all information stored inside of you. Finding the same road back to the tip of your finger. Just in time before the moment passed.