There are period of fallen fate where my mind turns into a monkey brain and my bloodstream seems to be spiraling. I sense a low state of being, constantly worrying about the forthcoming or dwelling on the past. As the progression of forgetful purpose pursues, soon enough I hear my heart whispering for me to return to my spirit. So I follow the twinkling stars, taking deeper breaths and speaking my peace of mind out loud, into the ether, where I can hear the worries become meaningless. I find myself again, on the highest hilltops, recalling the feeling of the simple be. I remember I am safe and exactly where I need to be. I remember to not forget this beautiful presence moving forward, and if I ever find myself falling again, I know how to come back to the simplicity of being.