Roots and Thought

Some people are corpses. They walk, breathe, and love, yet they remain dead.

Hiding in plain sight.

Inward force, affliction, depression. All render death.

The severing of roots at the base. Destruction.

Reconstructing worlds from thoughts and writing heals such roots.

The slowing of time, decades condensed into months.

Like a young child whose months moved so slowly, unlike the adult whose years slip from his or her fingers.

Proof of life.