Daily explorations

I've felt the fires in the distance, finally getting up close to one of the beacons.

In my room the bed is upside down in the ceiling, that is how I prefer it.

The crawlers have started moving.

Every piece of trash is carefully organized by color, folded and stored in piles before the ceremony.

A flower can be held in many ways.

Walking down a path in the forest, he remembered how it had looked as a child, vibrant of colors with names nobody knew the names of anymore.

I'm being propelled forward the explosion behind my left eye.

The dancer waking up, in a body which is bot theirs, which is not a dancer.

The light is fading, trust to let go, not to latch on.

It is now or never.

What felt clear just a moment ago, as true as the mirror in front of me, is slowly becoming foggy and fading out of existence.

Walking up against the wind, feel heavy.

The phlegm is present throughout the system, and can now cleared and gently removed.

The gate is not heavy to open, it requires no key or words.

The light is falling upon the light grey stone floor, coming in seemingly from nowhere.

Moving through the body, gently, organically.

The smoke swhirls through the moon light coming in through what's left of the window after the house burned down.

Keep it safe, at all cost.

Getting out of my head started with the exhale.

Depending on how she directs her voice, the same note take up different personalities.

With a little nudge here, a little nudge there.

I'm waiting for the bubbles to dissipate, the vibration to reduce.

The moment right before the sun comes up, right before a breath is really there, right before a tension is released.

Lying on the ground, hearing a faint buzzling and crackling sound, deep underground.

I froze the moment before the resolution, but the world kept going.

It's just out of reach, I close my eyes and I can sense it, just behind my shoulder.