Concepts float about in the darkness, briefly flashing like
fireflies in the night, bumping into one another, misshapen and bruised
from being tossed about on the waves of inspiration.
It is a dark, shadowy place, full of half conceived notions, failures, and ideas that will never see the light of day.
And I am often trapped there too, floundering in the murky
waters-stumbling through cobwebs and fragments of bones, feeling my way
down dark hallways, slick with years of decay.
Occasionally, I trip upon a flicker, a spark of inspiration. It
illuminates me for a brief time, lifting me up to the light. I am
whole.
I want to invite you into the deep recesses of my heart and mind.
Make you see what I see, feel what I feel. I want you to know who I am,
at my very core. I want to share myself with you. Illuminate us
both.
But for now, I will retreat into myself, drawing in my wings,
tucking my head into my chest, arching my crooked spine until I am
fetal.
I am alone in here.
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