Atoms whirling around own centers of gravity respectively combine into molecules making the cells, vital organs, making you.
The space you fill is clashing, combining and vapid, fleeting.
Should you ride the wave of life trying to stay on the surfboard before the water comes overhead, or is flailing the key to feeling the life that fills your bones?
Expelling the energy to quicken the need for uptake of energy is the key to the right spin of the atoms resonating their radiating energy.
Contain the energy harvested from the subtle pull of those around you.
A conversation to electrically charge the neurological mappings in your skull — you are a body and a contained, immense universe.
The starlight in constellations for the pathway home shifts to focus as the perfect aperture for the third eye to know your place in time.
A vector for your future from a subtle trigger.
How wondrous the impossibility of “to know!”
Morning waves of excitement for the day ebb and flow.
I’m stationary writing my desires for the future onto the windows of my looking-out glass.
Cream swirls around in the dark wake from a cascade into the aesthetically pleasing osmosis of two viscous liquids.
