I was watching Worlds—
Worlds far removed from mine.
They dissolved my notion of Import
along with my concept of Time.
I was watching Worlds—
Worlds far removed from mine.
I saw our disconnection
our thoughts have made us blind.
We're lost in Worlds inside of Worlds,
within Worlds made in our minds.

he latched onto her inexperience,
his fangs sank into her skin,
refusing to let go until
he had full access.

her heart raced,
but for the wrong reasons
her thoughts ran in circles
until they couldn't run anymore.

she noticed the poisonous leech
desperately attempted to shake him
yet his fangs sank in deeper -
drawing blood, forming a scar.

their experience helped her
remove the leech,
the poison was drained
with an antidote - support.

"The mind is fathomless."

Generational gaps of knowledge and experience
Bringing to you some kind of appearance
Like the technology at our fingertips
Or the way an old clock ticks
Differences in us by decades of age
Though, similar in so many ways
Like the way we love
Or want be loved
Like the need to dance
Or taking a chance
Generational differences
But human nonetheless

Close your eyes, take in a deep breath of the salty air.
Now open them.

With fresh eyes, looking out you see the deep navy blue water and numerous waves in the distant water.
Crash, crash, crashing into each other.
Pristine white cross-hatching sea foam patterns scatter and reform.

You have been walking towards the water's edge and haven't even noticed. The soft cream colored sand starts to darken and harden as you approach the water.

The wind is loud enough to drown out nearby conversations and passing cars. You are in your own world. Nothing from the tangible world can touch you. The cool wind constantly battles the sun's heat on your face and hands, causing your skin to tingle.

You reach your arms out and close your eyes, lost in the moment.

Breathing in the salty fresh air you let go of your troubles, if only for the moment.

Ah,

I see you
The way you spiral
Enmeshed through empty space
A dance not seen or observed in a usual sense
Developed —
Exposed —
Built up into an overpowering neon scene I can not look upon, nor would I wish to look away from.

Oh,

I hear you
Chattering cicada rhythms
Pulsing— pulsing—
Wild, rhythmic chattering
tk tk tk tk tk
A low hum, a machine?
The sound of my blood
Coursing past my eardrums— a machine?
Wild, pulsing — pulsing, chattering machine hum
Tk tk tk

Mh,

I feel you
Or I feel something
Well, maybe not something
But certainly a lack of nothing
Alack, not nothing
Or it would be easier to call it something
But i can not call it something
For fear I may be placing too much faith in it

It shoots up my spine
In to the center of my skull
Explodes
I feel the shock in my core
I gasp
I am awake
I am alive
I am
Aren’t I?

In the night we are born
To the same light we disappear
Into million pieces of dust..
Stardust

Everything in between,
is to feel and soak in

To learn and unlearn

To create and unfold

To rise and fall

To give and receive

In a spiral we swirl

Just to return

To finally,
shatter all the pieces,
across the collective sea

And this is my oath;
From each piece

We will watch a wildflower
bloom in the open void!

Once a dust of star,
now a space of life. ❤️