The world is the most transitory land that floated in the sea of foam. I wish I could see it's creation and drink its original brew.

Puny thought set with glue to the back of the brain. Fingers lock as I sit.

Could an ant leave a leaf that has rebounded deviously to his outstretched appendages.

Used this https://shifthappens.site/typewriter/ which helped me get in more of a poetry mindset