I lost sight of what was important when the world turned red and seemed to catch fire all around me. The gentle turning of the globe, the rotation toward and away from the sun, the inhale and the exhale of the breath in my body, the ebb and flow of tides more timeless than my brain actually understands, though it pretends at grasping for fear of seeming ignorant.

These fears of what will come, they are constructs bred into me by those who are scared they too, are ignorant.

Faced with that, all I can do is embrace beauty, constantly.