I move more quietly now, not unlike a contented baby, except now the grey has taken hold.
I have suckled from the breast of knowledge and have grown bloated… heavy in my contentment.
I am preparing for the transition away from middle world towards the unknown.
This will hopefully take much time as I am fond of life here, breathing, touching, seeing, loving.
I may seem less passionate however it’s a mask covering the truth that I am not so eager to change others.
Or maybe I have learned to steal from the sociopaths that surround me, or have I lost the will to care?
I don’t know.