Confessions

1/26/2018. 7:23 am. The world is still dark. I am feeling the same. My inner world needs a spark. A match to strike this fear.

This, whatever this is, is my thinking out loud and inviting you in to my space, wherever that is…

Hurry! Look over here… Here! Right here and right now, movement is happening. I peer into the roaming molecules, all bumping in to each other. No “excuse me” or “beg your pardons” just blatant “get the xxxx out of my way or else!”.

Then continue “Heck, see how important i am. i am the queen of this world after all and you need to be ruled. Right?”

“Wrong!”

“Go ahead. Talk back. Be visible!” i tell myself.

Laying, lifeless, in the core of my soul, is an orange dot. An identified solar system rotates, bowing to this dot because it radiates warmth. But the surrounding air is so cold… this dot burns out.

This! Whatever this dot is, is attempting to pull me through a black hole. Deeper still, i stumble. I fall.

“Captain! all planets and stars identified!” A pause in time ensues. “How would you like to proceed?”

jeanne ๐Ÿงก๐Ÿ•Š๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ๐ŸŽถ

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