Where Should I Begin?
Rebirth is synonymous with destruction. A blank canvas stares back at you, awaiting your decision.
My eyes swell and fill with blood while I admire the sun’s convenience. Hope expands. I search for a comparable source of light and warmth. My search treks me across bridges suspended high above the clouds as the celestial chords snap behind me. I begin to run.
My feet ache, pounding a relentless and indifferent ground. Eons of hairy bodied footprints lay in a wake of the great treasure hunt. Each pebble feels like a metropolis. Infinitesimal bacteria crushed underneath my great power. My power is great. I begin to weep.
My tears tickle my nostrils, this is our only world. Individuality must be played well, otherwise sickness brews. Call to change belongs to the weary and worried while stillness is panther-esque. Stamina is silent. Bombs are vessels of sorrow while smiles do not make a sound. I begin to laugh.
My cheeks puff out like the gills of a fish out of water. Gasping, begging to be released back home. I am not sure where I am but I love the sound of rain. Especially when I can share those droplets with a love of mine. Alone is not bad either, just different. I begin to wonder.
My brain plays a movie I have seen everyday of my life. Dreams of mine dance on a screen the size of the sky but are only visible to me. I want to share! Lay beside me and gasp at our vastness. I am forgetful of every individual’s movie playing at the same time. Maybe I would like to watch as well. I begin to clap.
My hands burn, sparking kindling, starting a fire and keeping those close to me warm. Smoke echoes through tree branches as they watch their kin service those in need. What an interesting dichotomy: one dies providing while another lives, curious of its own utility. I begin to die.
My lungs expel air while my heart slows its pace. Parts of me empty into a cup and are used to hydrate salt laden palates. Walls crumble at their feet as tides heighten. Winds crash against paneless windows blowing out candles. I thank them, we are the same. I begin anew.
My heart beats again. My pupils dilate like a shark smelling blood. Sand that once slipped through my calloused hands collects at the edge of a vast sea that could never be thoroughly defined. I anticipate a great launch that will ultimately bring me here again.
My destination definite, my route unknown.