Ask Me
June 25th, 2010
And what am I doing…
This blank bit of virtual paper is starring back at me asking that same question. It waits with a quiet persistence trapped so vividly in the nothing of infinite possibility. It know that- eventually, I will arrive at the answer.
Even if I myself don’t know it at the time.
My mind is filled with memories tonight. Little streams of thought that build and collect in the cracks of my everything. Dreams once dreamt long before I had a world to build them on, stories written in my soul before I could spell, and old energy burning in my bones- figments of a phantom feeling beyond all named sensations.
Little glimpses haunt me, calling me to know but staying just beyond my reach, thrumming with the same pull that tugs the tide high towards the moon and away again. It hurts like a single sip of water in the desert. I can’t control it. Can’t contain it. Can’t summon it at will.
But I can write it.
This beautiful story written with existence.
Expressed only by living.
nice. :-D
Thankies! Sorry it’s taking me so long to get around to comments. I went off on another one of my walkabouts. :)