Quiet

  Empty

  That is how it has always been

  We float through nothing

  Here then There

  No difference between

  No worry, even when we are buffeted by air and we float faster

  What is worry

  We simply are

  Until we are suddently not floating anymore

  We are some place Warm

  Warm is good

  This Warm is...

  Food?

  What is food?

  It feels like growth and home.

  But what is growth?

  What is home?

  The wind buffets air above us, but in pitches now. One lower than the other.

  Then the Warm is being lifted and it floats like we did before we found Warm, but really really fast and only in one direction.

  Down.

  Then it suddenly stops.

  The wind here is differently.

  It doesn't move like it did where we were before.

  But it's very quite here.

  And that seems...good.

  We don't want to float anymore.

  We want to Eat

  Eat is what we do with Food isn't it?

  But...how do we Eat?

  We...sink... in...