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So, a little while ago I had a bad day at work, bit of a mental toll and was sent home and felt better after time with family, however in that time I had a bit of...a sense of of processing things around me? I mean I do tend to be a huge daydreamer sort and among all the negative thoughts that day I tells ya, the most FRUSTRATING thing was I found a way to maps out my thoughts only After I came back to work the next day, preoccupied by fast food mundanities.

The real kicker though was I was trying to explain to my friends my wonderful realization about how the reason I was stamping on the ground was because I was playing with the broken glass underneath my feet the created a web that you see in shattered glass that had a purple tint. And unlike that feeling I get in bed as I lay at night and feel myself getting pulled falling horizontally I feel no fear of breaching actually downward. No matter how often I hear the cracks nothing is falling through. Rather I shall swim through on my own terms like sinking into a pool of milk and emerging through each plane like that one Claymation of Tim Curry as Pennywise popping through the shower drain seeing and talking to all my characters and worlds as they see me. Worlds eclipsed by the spacial flow of what exists here now. They look at me not with anger but pity even among the button and lotuses growing from their irises I can tell it was pity. So there was more to this glass there was!

Fantasy and reality of what the other side wanted to see but both were simply a dream in the making all under my feet, I didn't fall cuz there were silk webs in the glass web creases. Single file line dew my little dewdrops you must follow, let me look inside you and the crystal balls in the lines of my palms that also showing the how far the web stretches, hands are weird, anywhoozles! I shall follow these lines, elementary school reading analysis shall be put to use! I SHALL STOMP THIS FLOOR OH. SO. LOVINGLY!