:: There is place in my mind Where my thoughts can wander freely, Once they stop inspecting themselves So very very CLOSELY; A place where they can dance Naked around the living room, Unencumbered by attention To detail, to the opposite of detail, To the opposite of the opposite of detail. : The tricky part is that to find this place I must get lost looking for it; Only ever realising that I was there Once I am no longer where ...Intention meets in-attention... ::
‘Everywhere's been where it is ever since it was first put there. It's called geography.’ - Terry Pratchett, Wyrd Sisters
She's weird, different. She can make more with less. She can be more focused on the finer detail. More enveloped in the abstract. She is more involved in being involved. She is more with you when she's with you. The shadow to your light. The inverse thought. The reflected passion. The parts belonging to each side being and finally meeting. Two created. Two in their own path unaware. Two-who's path intertwined in a beautiful thing of many flavors- one being a flavor. Senses and beauty and to make it real- love.
no birds. no wispy feathers high in the sky. only layered smudges of ashen clouds with hints of deep cyan as far as the eye can see, the only pure light sourced from the few rays of sunshine filtering through, setting the world on fire.
laying on my back in that field, the unending expanse so close to my touch. i reach up and attempt to graze a star with my fingertip, but instead only emptiness reaches me, the cool nighttime air swirling around my hand. my arm lowers to my side again and my sight flows over the stars, like scattered moondust in the inky sky. as they twinkle their way into my soul, into my being, i notice a solitary wisp of cloud lingering before the moon, dulling its details but never its glow. crickets chirp around me, fireflies blink and fade in and out of view, dancing just above the grass. the air is damp and i am vaguely aware of the water droplets seeping through my blanket and into my clothes. i swear i can almost see the lines connecting each star to form constellations. i sigh, stand up, roll my blanket, and make a promise to the night.
the hot smoke in my stomach flowing warm my deadly sharpened teeth glistening white made for tearing through those who wish to harm all that surrounds me bathed in clear moonlight the click of my claws on the stony ground the feeling of my wings beating heavy the deep rumble in my chest as i growl how my scales outshine those that surround me i spit acid at their feet, a warning i tear claws at their face when they ignore the stars above me fading with morning as i leap off the rock and start to soar i am a dragon, my power is vast my soul ignited with flames of the past.
one of my older ones. not great, but i thought i'd post it anyway