for lack of space
Something was drifting, suspended by invisible wires, spinning and falling and floating. It had been drifting for some time and then not, and then for a forever before that; it had drifted, and then everything pushed around it and it became part of something bigger, and then the sky had opened up and it had [..more..]
Shout.
Shout into the void. Then stop. Look around you. Listen to voices around you, choked with equal emotion. They can’t hear you over the sound of their own shouting and their hopes that you might listen to them too. Now you know. Continue to shout.
Confined
What to write? What to think? Our designated path is so narrow, the steps predetermined but hazy so that I could too easily fall off the edge if I misjudge. Or is it a wall on either side of me, stretching endlessly in both directions, pressing in slowly? The pressure builds and my heart is [..more..]