You know the scenes in the movies where the person is standing suspended in slow motion whilst those around him go spinning about at hyper speeds?
There has been more than a few times I feel as though I am both of these simultaneously.
There’s a kind of fluidity to it, if I just go with it, its ebbs and flows like liquid silk.
The moment I lose that rhythm and try to grasp it or look at the parts, I get all tangled.
It’s from a warm hug to this dark thunderstorm- Thunderings, tumbling, just broken, and boundless.
I am mired. This heavy house, it’s like in Harry Potter when they’re wearing the Holcrux and become changed: heavy metal poisoning type stuff. The longer you’re exposed the higher the toxicity.
Same is true for me- I have to get out in the open air.
So I’m just gonna try to maybe keep to some kinda short blip like this?
Already trying to write this – there’s been 2 timeouts, several episodes of crying, and I’m currently being covered in stickers. Basically the lofty goals I employed holding this beautiful prose and life lesson- is just going to have to be short. Ah.
It’s just not doable. Obviously.
Rapture that is exactly the right word for this.
Because the place that I'm from doesn't exist anymore. 