Pulsating ground.

Pulsating ground.

Surging with power,

I’m afraid of you.

I admire you.

Your strength can cause so much.

Your power has changed so much.

A militia of a being.

Fear of you is consuming me.

I can’t talk to you anymore…

The anticipation is too massive.

I miss you too often.

Our conversations can only exist in the metaphysical.

Where nothing can touch me-

I speak to you for hours there,

Where nothing can hurt me!

Where we’re equal.

Because in that world, 

you are a force and I am a mind.

In the clouds of atoms,

my thoughts that connect us,

I am your daughter again.