Inspired by the word “Direction”
I am infinite, forever, a constant.
As I think to part my lips to speak I feel it stirring in my gut, a light. Raw as the blood of a fresh kill, depraved as the hand that made it bleed. It burns with a torrid lust for release; a muffled whimper passes my lips. It’s pure light, sunlight, starlight, rushing up, rushing out, aching to pour forth from my mouth. I am bright, aglow, ablaze. I am incandescent, a thousand stars at once, a galaxy all my own. Everything becomes so extraordinarily clear, I see it all. I am divine, the world spirit, the absolute being, the energy that flows through my veins is the creation of all things and simultaneously the end. Yet it hurts, I am not enough, I feel heavy and too much. It moves me to tears, and with each sob I feel lighter. It unfurls around me, like a lioness stretching as she shakes off the dregs of slumber, so bright I’m forced to close my eyes. It leaves with the wind.
I feel light, as a feather and not so much a flame. I am instant, a stop, a while.
