Drones 4 The Big Ones

The feelings have been larger this week.

There is a sensation of melancholy and overwhelm that pulls me in and out.

The big 4 have reared their heads once more.

I thought I was on top of it all.

This week proves it is all in motion.

Always working, and learning.

Never stopping to drone alone.

The drone pulls over, under, through and around.

I am learning and forever moving.

The journey is but a speck on this spotted rock.

When the heads of the beast pull me down, I am like H who slices and dreams and fights to take the place I belong in the realm of the champions.

My championship is yet to be, but I will be there soon.

I know I have more to give to the dreams and turns on the waves of it all.

The giving is not yet over.

But I will overcome and under supply before the end.

These pink tufts will pull me to where I need to be with time.

Let it breathe.

Let it breathe.

Let it breathe.

Feel the pull of the raft guide but never tip.

The big 4 pull and pull and pull and pull.

Feel what is inside, process what is outside.

Forever and so on, until the day of burning shall release us all.

The big ones fight longer and stronger every day.

Let them come.

Let them fight.

Let them try.

Let them wither.

The one is not yet written.

Nor will it ever be.

These drones are 4 the big ones.