i am hearing. no, more than hearing. i am feeling.
no more than feeling.
  i am beating the drum
 (from some dark alternate universe of fear and death i have wandered into)
 of my hive. sisters.
  why can i feel them now?
i thought we had left each other in some strange fashion, because i fell in love with a magic that banished them. i accidentally fell. is falling ever intended?

  all the things i thought i loved most were banished. i thought i was holding. they were falling.

run

i feel the horse coming on. i feel winds blowing and the restlessness in the air.
i want to run.
i liked this field, the way the sunlight is, the way the trees smell, the sound of the water, the warmth on my back. i even felt like i could nap with my eyes closed.  i came here because i followed my nose and the bees on the clover. i came here because the last field was being attacked by wild cats.

but, all too soon it seems i must leave this field too.

to remember the lessons of impermanence. to remember the falsities of forever. to keep close the understandings of how to let go.