I feel.
Enthralled in rapture. Yet remain quietly serene.
Wanting to chase the rush of pure energy. Yet sitting perfectly still.
I hear.
The universe conducting a symphony before me, expounding on the dissertation of the secrets of the universe. Yet I calmly sip my coffee, distracted, while tapping a random beat against the curve of the mug.
I see.
All that is offered, infinity upon infinity. Yet my eyes are watching numbers across a fading screen.
Q. Lenise LEe
