Weaving thoughts into meaning, sowing seeds of stories on blank sheets— expression feels freeing Between the breath of life and the flight of dreams, vibrating through frequencies, through realms of sound, through stretches of time. Dancing through chaos, finding the stillness beneath, push consciously past the bounds of normality, into the core of creation, where sparks flare, worlds rise, where visions spiral into infinity.
Dressed in black to protect the light, the heat, the fire and flame that burns inside. Forced to run from the cold, sharp, blundering paths that melt the flame You are called for something greater Tethered to your destiny Divinely gifted, entrusted Thirsting for knowlegdge Ledgers of poetry Theories of prophecy Triumphantly Relentlessly Trampling doubts Doubling down Don’t look back, stop, or even pause You are called for something greater. This isn’t goodbye It’s simply “see ya later”
I feel the gravel embedding into the skin of my palms Blood pulsing through my eyeballs Core initiated Glutes tight Breathe Toes pointing to the sky Fingers gripping the sharp edged rocks 1, 2, 3 ‘Flash’ I step down, no longer upside To witness the beauty & awe of what is before me
If wishes fell like rain, then certainly I am the storm. An intricate web of not just wishes but all those wishes, and what they entail Wishes are goals at nap time Only reachable inside my dreams Goals are dreams with their work boots on I wish Like a sky full of darkness On the verge of eruption For a life filled with Wishes, naps, dreams & goals For there is where the storm thrives & is most embraced.
