Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2018
As we grow, we expand and as we expand, we grow. Likewise our consciousness. Four years of expansion in a single night is dizzying. The force pinning me to an uncertain reality that feels softer, smoother. Spinning by in periphery and yet perfectly still dead center. Time stops and I watch. This moment contains all moments.
55 word micro storytelling
Stumblebum Fumbletongue
Written by
Stumblebum Fumbletongue  F
(F)   
156
       Rick, Johnny Noiπ, Megan Parson and victoria
Please log in to view and add comments on poems