Whatever force pulled together the scattered particles, cultivating them, causing their mass to envelope itself, sharing its existence endlessly
Until the perfect moment: When every unknowing particle trembled with the promises of endless possibility and the underlying terror that accompanies irrevocable change
When all they had ever been would be washed away by a great light shrouded in mystery
A light that turns through the darkness, piercing and imparts new existence in accordance with things unseen
I have insomnia. Last night I took an Ambien to help myself fall asleep, which makes me more than slightly out of it. Today I found this poem in my planner along with a drawing of a jellyfish that is also a watermelon.