Describe where you are now, using everything but visual description. Cater to those who respond not only to visuals, but to sounds, smells, sensations. I wrote this alongside some of my favorite warriors at our retreat at Leeloo Cabanas this past weekend. Enjoy! Rumble, tumble, raspy and low. Pitter-patter, pitter-patter, faster, faster, slow. Sky soldiers beating, beating on the world below. With my eyes sewn closed, they all feel cold, sliding slyly down my surface like the slime that lines my nose. A faint scent of smoke fades to the flavor of tomato in my throat. Soil - slides, slithering, slips, swoosh.
Even the ocean has been silenced. It's even quieted the sea. Muffled and muted Beneath the beat, A cloud of voices that Make me feel dreamy. Otherworldly, but it's mine At the same time. Time - slipping, sliding, slithers, swoosh! Like the air It tickles my ears As it shoots through My hair.
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