بِسْمِ اللهِ الرَّحْمٰنِ الرَّحِيْمِ

if i'm jealous of birds and their freedom of flight, might as well be jealous too of dolphins and what they learn from echolocation, resembling another form of sight. love them so, but no cages for creatures, flying or swimming, their best they have when they're freest. though if i had both their wings and senses, i might be able to learn how the Muse fares in these epochs of silence. alhamdulillah as of late, relative calm reached at the end of a treatment's cycle, even with emotion, as the oceans consent to accept what He gave in submission rather than resistance. i hope breath comes to you ever easily, without heaviness in heart or chest, just as Red colors my blood, so never forget what you comprise: the brightened Yellow particular to mornings and their sunrise. there's a few things been written, not yet published, waiting for the moment rightest, when i think they're suited to make you smile and laugh (and yearn) to the fullest.