dressed as itself retaining the same dimensions and structure

it could be black surrounded by white or white surrounded by black

really it does not matter.

even now it is

in front vibrating in shuffle at speeds past a blur to the slowness of a drop a sap in the midst of a winter storm. all able to switch so so very sudden, more so than fast

minds have a way of adjusting to situations as they occur

adapt

evolve

yet in the end the mind is stubborn in the comforts of experience found

so

in a pause of sanity/insane

to open the window of the home lost in time

and smell the flowers growing in Spring.