Every day the wind blows, every way the cars flow like koi in the street, every flow in nature a flow towards a bottomless cliff; I want to be bottomless as a pond full of koi, I want to be boundless as the cliff drawing your hands towards the edge; every tree a spectator, every bush an orator, all mud the mark of man; what is a man but the sum of nature and unnature, the mud of men the bark off trees; I want a moment of silence for everyone who’s died doing what they loved, I want the death of silence for those who have not; passion is spilled the same way a drunk may elect to water the lilies, to muddy the waters of his drink with soda, to swim deeper and deeper into the well of a waterfall; I want emotion to flow like towers and towers from the muddy earth, such progress the unnatural mark of a man, boundless and flowing like streets into groundwater; I want poetry to flow down the streets like water in the rain, bringing along with it the headless half-eaten corpses of beautiful koi; I want to pull your hands towards the death of passion, or to pull passion out of the well of the body, transform it into trees and bushes and barking dogs on the cliffedge of a blank page; I want my sentences to overrun like cliffs in a landslide, like the water freezing halfway off a waterfall; I want this to never end, like nature, like the nature of men and the headless half-eaten progress of a city birthing itself over and over again; I want to flow like water, to become mud, to go deeper and deeper into that heart of darkness, to grasp tight the nature of men and bite, bite, bite at their hearts.

Freewriting Explanation: Every day, Valen shall use 5 minutes to write completely unprompted and uninterrupted, letting the words lead the way. There is no end purpose to each piece, but rather, the pieces are allowed to develop naturally in their own way. The pieces are then uploaded without edits.