March 14.

The moss is green.

It is not just green.

It is alive.

I press my face into the carpet.

The fibers are soft.

They are thick.

They are wet.

I breathe.

The air tastes of loam.

Of rot.

Of life.

My name is Elias Thorne.

I am a clerk.

I sit at a desk.

The desk is wood.

The wood is grain.

The grain is dark.

I type.

The keys are cold.

The keys are hard.

I type names.

I type numbers.

I type nothing.

My wife is Clara.

Clara is light.

Clara is heat.

Clara is the sun.

I do not have the sun.

I have the desk.

I have the moss.

The moss grows on the desk.

It grows on the wall.

It grows on my hands.

I do not wash my hands.

The dirt stays.

The dirt is good.

The dirt is home.

My boss is Mr. Hale.

Mr. Hale is tall.

Mr. Hale is thin.

Mr. Hale is cold.

He watches me.

He watches the moss.

He hates the moss.

He says the office is dirty.

He says I am lazy.

He says I am slow.

I am not slow.

I am growing.

I am deepening.

The roots go down.

The roots go into the floor.

The floor is earth.

The earth is warm.

I feel the pulse.

The pulse is slow.

The pulse is strong.

It beats in my chest.

It beats in the walls.

It beats in the air.

I am not a man.

I am a plant.

I am a tree.

I am the forest.

The forest is here.

The forest is in the building.

The building is old.

The building is sick.

The building is dying.

I am curing it.

I am healing it.

I am making it green.

Mr. Hale screams.

He throws a cup.

The cup breaks.

The coffee spills.

The coffee is brown.

The coffee is blood.

The moss drinks it.

The moss grows faster.

The moss touches my face.

It tickles.

It stings.

It soothes.

I smile.

I cannot stop smiling.

My mouth is wide.

My teeth are roots.

My gums are soil.

I am happy.

I am free.

Freedom is green.

Freedom is wet.

Freedom is still.

Clara comes to the office.

Clara brings lunch.

Clara brings love.

Clara is afraid.

She sees the moss.

She sees me.

She screams.

She runs.

She does not look back.

I do not chase.

I cannot run.

I am rooted.

I am fixed.

I am here.

Clara is gone.

Clara is free.

Clara is dry.

Clara is light.

I am heavy.

I am dark.

I am deep.

I miss her.

The missing is a hole.

The hole is dark.

The hole is wet.

The moss fills the hole.

The moss is her.

The moss is me.

We are one.

We are green.

We are alive.

Mr. Hale returns.

He brings men.

The men have tools.

The tools are sharp.

The tools are metal.

The metal is cold.

They cut the moss.

They cut the carpet.

They cut the wall.

They cut me.

I do not bleed.

I ooze.

The ooze is clear.

The ooze is sap.

The sap is sweet.

The men cough.

The men choke.

The men fall.

The moss grows over them.

The moss covers their faces.

The moss covers their mouths.

They cannot scream.

They cannot breathe.

They are green.

They are quiet.

They are still.

I am not angry.

I am not sad.

I am just.

I am one.

The room is green.

The room is dark.

The room is warm.

The clock stops.

The clock is silent.

Time is gone.

Time is not needed.

Now is all there is.

Now is green.

Now is still.

I close my eyes.

My eyes are leaves.

My leaves are open.

They catch the light.

The light is gold.

The light is soft.

The light is love.

Clara is in the light.

Clara is in the moss.

Clara is in me.

I hold her.

I hold the light.

I hold the green.

I am full.

I am complete.

The door opens.

The light floods in.

The light is bright.

The light is sharp.

It burns.

It hurts.

The moss shrinks.

The moss dries.

The moss turns brown.

The moss turns dust.

I turn.

I turn into dust.

I turn into air.

I turn into nothing.

Nothing is good.

Nothing is free.

Nothing is clean.

I am free.

I am gone.

The office is empty.

The office is clean.

The office is bright.

Mr. Hale is gone.

The men are gone.

Clara is gone.

I am gone.

The desk is wood.

The wood is dry.

The grain is light.

The room is silent.

The silence is deep.

The silence is green.

The silence is alive.

It waits.

It waits for the rain.

It waits for the seed.

It waits for the growth.

It waits for the life.

The life is slow.

The life is sure.

The life is inevitable.

We are all plants.

We are all roots.

We are all dirt.

We are all green.

We are all one.

We are all free.

The end is the beginning.

The beginning is the end.

The circle is closed.

The circle is green.

The circle is alive.

I am the circle.

I am the moss.

I am the root.

I am the leaf.

I am the tree.

I am the forest.

I am the world.

The world is green.

The world is wet.

The world is alive.

I am here.

I am always here.

I am never gone.

I am the green.

I am the breath.

I am the silence.

I am the peace.

I am the end.

I am the beginning.

I am the life.

I am the death.

I am the love.

I am the loss.

I am the gain.

I am the all.

I am the nothing.

I am the everything.

I am the moss.

The moss is green.

The moss is alive.

The moss is me.

I am the moss.

We are one.

We are free.

We are here.

We are now.

We are always.

The rain falls.

The rain is cold.

The rain is wet.

The rain is life.

The moss drinks.

The moss grows.

The moss spreads.

The moss covers.

The moss hides.

The moss protects.

The moss saves.

The moss heals.

The moss loves.

The moss is Clara.

Clara is the moss.

The moss is me.

I am the moss.

We are the moss.

The moss is the world.

The world is the moss.

The moss is the life.

The life is the moss.

The moss is the free.

The free is the moss.

The moss is the end.

The end is the moss.

The moss is the all.

The all is the moss.

I am the moss.

The moss is me.

We are one.

We are free.

We are alive.

We are green.

We are here.

We are now.

We are always.

The silence is green.

The silence is alive.

The silence is me.

I am the silence.

The silence is the end.

The end is the silence.

The silence is the peace.

The peace is the silence.

The silence is the love.

The love is the silence.

The silence is the free.

The free is the silence.

The silence is the all.

The all is the silence.

I am the silence.

The silence is me.

We are one.

We are free.

We are alive.

We are green.

We are here.

We are now.

We are always.

The light fades.

The light is gone.

The dark is here.

The dark is green.

The dark is alive.

The dark is me.

I am the dark.

The dark is the rest.

The rest is the dark.

The dark is the sleep.

The sleep is the dark.

The dark is the dream.

The dream is the dark.

The dark is the life.

The life is the dark.

The dark is the free.

The free is the dark.

The dark is the all.

The all is the dark.

I am the dark.

The dark is me.

We are one.

We are free.

We are alive.

We are green.

We are here.

We are now.

We are always.

The moss grows.

The moss is green.

The moss is alive.

The moss is me.

I am the moss.

We are one.

We are free.

We are here.