Kill Inertia

Life Clipping

Down below I saw them. They lived their lives in a form of organized chaos. Stopping, turning, disappearing, and surfacing. I was one of them. I laid my hand down and gripped a tool. Using it, I felt as though I was at one with it; I used it and it used me. Looking back I reminisced of being with them, down there, amidst the chaos. I stared at them, intently at first and then becoming more and more glazed. I felt as if I was a part of them. I was there but on my own. They then grew. Rapidly, they grew. I was speechless. I was breathless. I found my chaos. I was with them. Finally, I was with them. Then I lost them. I resurfaced with them, but this time I felt alone. Eventually, I was alone. Eventually, I left them. I missed the chaos.

Je t’aime le valley oh.