Into The Qualia

I come in peace and do not wish to forget this moment nor am I capable of remembering for I am not completely gone from where I came and I’m only here temporarily. It took extreme courage to get here for only the vibrancy of gray and the consistency of clay upon arrival. I am missing just that where I’m from – where everything is black and white, lines and points, concentric circles. Occasionally you can look onto here to see circles overlapped, forming an intricate flower or straight lines forming many points to a single star but only one type of flower, one star. I am only one person, motionless, unless put on every page rearranged. One day the last page will be flipped and I will be here again. Until then I will hold onto a flower and look to the star.