Cas challenged me to be brave and ‘blog’ some of my writing.
Here goes. This is what it is (sometimes) like to be me:
slow burn thunderstorm days
tension of the infinite possibilities
body tingles and mind twitches along
in time
invincible self becomes black hole
swallowed and crushed at the vanishing
point
event horizons of the self
I’m stretched out
falling in
for one glorious moment I’m
everything/no-one/alive/awake(for the first time)/a secret
what you and the world has been waiting for
heart-in-my-mouth
even the seagulls are portents of greatness
and the crazy guys on the corner
share in this secret knowingness
later, in the pit:
bitterness and confusion
tripped over my own fear
fallen crashing from the heights
angry at the world because…
there are no Jedi’s,
not even me
