She came to me in my hour of dreams
Numbers, futures, journey's pitfalls
A flow stoppage of literal silence
Not even wind

Nothing in stone
Not even in sand
And wheels often struggle against such endeavors
But this is how we roll; collectively & solo
Her's are graceful; mine?
Jump; fig the landing whilst enjoying the fall
Because it's not your first f*cking landing, Todd.

Deep breath

Send.