starting with the sound the sound of a drop shaping a single grain of sand seeping through time draining the enigma the hunt is on and as fear dictates the design for the grand escape and it s slowly breaking down the branches breaking through negative energy turn the flow forcing this gravity to its knees a crumbling statue decimates the posture leaving but a shadow of the former self the eyes turning from crystal to blur revealing but a fraction of the brightness they once had spiraling further into the deep losing grip tearing this soul away at the seams breaking free from this energy turn the flow breaking through tearing this soul away at the seams forcing this gravity to its knees circuits overload flooded with dopamine receptors malfunction dendritic trees wither and turn to dust washed away by a drop shaping a single grain of sand the price paid becomes irrelevant reflections on actions become impossible the descent continues as the ties to the surface grow thinner and thinner you re disconnected sunken in deep slumber this silence soothes my thought there s no stronger connection to ourselves than to be alone dragging water into the sea throwing fire at the sun breathing air into the wind digging up earth before the avalanche i m breaking through washed away by a drop shaping a single grain of sand seeping through time leaving a drained enigma