The World Revolves Around My Head

Photo by Ruvim Noga on Unsplash

Tired. Beat. Stretched to the max.
Being molded by expectation and anticipation is exhausting.

So,
Escape what’s hard and surrender to the warmth
Traveling down your spine and tickling your toes.
A picnic blanket over your shoulders covered in grass
You consume
To be light and engaged and taking the most in.

Barely keeping it together
Existence feels liminal.
As stationary things float by
you watch silently
Ready to burst
Open with excitement and connection and art and meaning.

Fully dilated and up in flames
Eyes snapping open violently like a window shade that won’t shut.
Strung out on pretzels
Overloaded with inspiration
To connect with that Thing beyond yourself
Without any fear or hesitation.

Nothing will ever be the same.