Time is irrelevant when the white noise takes over. It seems to slip away and moments become obscured. They crash into each other, bumping and causing ripples. I feel the vibrations and float into a zombie-like state. Unable to pay attention to life around me. It passes by in a flash and simultaneously, it drags with thick, heavy lines. It is everything inside of me to piece timelines together, fitting rectangles into circles. Forgetting I don't need rectangles. My heart is full, it's pumping hot fire, taking all my energy and spreading it out. It is a new sensation. My fire had died so long ago and I was fooled by the hot air. A small spark that didn't take at first, it was tended to, gently. I could have fanned it so many times, but I let it go. I wanted to see what would happen. I assumed it would be blown out. It has so many times before. A steady passage of time has opened my eyes to a new perspective. One where this story didn't have an ending or a beginning. It just runs, like time, changing with each new day and viewpoint. It just always has been. A wide open plain that can be shaped based on how I need it to happen. I used to notice all the bumps, they got bigger and I reacted bigger. Now, I welcome them. It's a lesson to learn. Test me, time and again. Clean the slate, do it to me again and again. I dare you. I can't promise a smile but I can promise I'll send you love either way.
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