Always thought about it. Never truly grasped it. I wonder how long it'll be before we meet it.
Nothing special. Just some words I slapped on with a keyboard. Call it what you will. It'll be dust, but at least it was poetic dust?
We were doing a mime workshop on the theme of Overcoming Your Fears of the Unknown. That night I happened to be watching an episode of Outlander and this poem came to me in my sleep. Special thanks to Graeme Montrose for his help in getting the Scottish accent down.