Smoke dance
The smoke swhirls through the moon light coming in through what's left of the window after the house burned down.
Daily explorations
Unedited somatic morning check-ins. I'm so amazed so many read this, thank you!! n-of-one-story @ proton .me...
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The bird
Keep it safe, at all cost. At any cost. No matter who knocks on the door, no matter how safe it seems. If you loose the bird. Game over man.
Blindspot
Getting out of my head started with the exhale. Take that, I have the final word.
Echoes in the tower
Depending on how she directs her voice, the same note take up different personalities. Down towards the bottomless well, it runs dark and thick, almost disorienting. Vibrating her entire being. Up towards the tower however, bright and airy. Sharp like a knife, reflecting like a mirror.
Nudges
With a little nudge here, a little nudge there. All of a sudden white has turned into yellow. Something new, unexpected. Not better necessarily. A curiosity.
Soda popping
I'm waiting for the bubbles to dissipate, the vibration to reduce. I'm like a soda that never goes flat.
Openings
The moment right before the sun comes up, right before a breath is really there, right before a tension is released. That's where the rainbow starts.
Fizzle
Lying on the ground, hearing a faint buzzling and crackling sound, deep underground. The birds singing is slowly disappearing into the leaves, as they disappear into the distant. Ants are taking their leaves and sticks and moving away from me. Even the color seems to fade out from the center. It has started.
The moment before
I froze the moment before the resolution, but the world kept going.
Out of reach
It's just out of reach, I close my eyes and I can sense it, just behind my shoulder. If I just slightly turn my head, and open my eyes to just before any shape are visible, this is the closest I get.