the-ox

The seed is sown so deep below. Waiting for its chance to thrive in this world. moving ever slowly toward the surface, Searching for the light. A beacon of its struggles as it escapes its earthly tomb. Like all living things all it wants is a chance. All it needs is a chance. the thing it wants most, it has reached, As it breaches the surface it sarcome to the will of the light above. Drowned in light it has all it needs for life. Growing slowly taking nothing by chance. it flowers into something beautiful, Something new. A filament of the world around it. A new essence inspired by the basis of all life. The light that surely s