Collecting Lightning

I haven’t really
wanted anything.

Trophies. Status. Cars. 401k’s. Watches. Satin sheets. Promotions. Success.

I have longed for none of those things.

It would have made
my life much easier.

Lately, though,
now that I’m over half-written,
there is something I actually want.

Don’t worry,
it’s not much.

Not in a jar or
to hang on a wall.

I want to stuff as much electricity
into my heart as it says it can handle.

Then I want to
put in some more.

I want to be full of wild energy.

The kind you get from kissing in a rising tide or watching a comet drag her burning wedding dress across the night sky.

I want the kind of power I can only find listening to someone who plays the saxophone so fearlessly the paint inside of the jazz club peels.

I’m chasing the sort of voltage
that comes when I laugh or cry or rage so unafraid that my skin
smells like a campfire.

I’m a simple person.
I don’t want much.

I want to feel all of
existence
course through me.

Not around me.

Make me a cradle for creation.

That’s it.
That’s all I want.

Like I said.
I’m not very ambitious.

I just want
the lightning.

Are you ready to explore your own heart using the pen as a compass?

If so, please consider joining me on one of my upcoming writing adventures.

You don’t have to be a writer. Just a human with a stirring inside of them that you can no longer ignore.

Upcoming Adventures!