excuse me, may I ask you an impertinent question?

i am toad 

i was minding my own business just sitting still 

there was noise, the earth shook, i was trembling i was scared it came closer and closer, noise and movement, grass was cut away and it started falling all around me, my world was total chaos, there was nowhere safe to run, 

i did not move, i kept lying low, the roar was everywhere. it was everywhere

and then it subsided, the rumble lessened, disruption moved on, all was quiet once more....

everything is different, 

i do not understand what happened, i lost all 

birds are singing again leaves rustling

sounds normal 

i am shaken and sit waiting, i survived, i am alive 

as stated previously I am not a believer, not in gods, not in fairies, I accept facts. There is no denying the fact of beings having moved into the studio, how they got here is at times unclear, but they are here to stay; then there are the beings out there that I am sometimes fortunate enough to notice. These beings bring with them stories, their stories not mine. This is fact: they're telling me what they want to reveal, it's not my imagination it is beyond what I am capable of imagining. I am not judging whether what they tell me is truth or not, just recording...I am a record keeper of our traces, we all leave our marks in one way or another