Welcome to the Art of Ashes…the Soliloquy
Inhale.
Bubbles, paint, side-eye, lo-fi. How did I get here?
In a place that’s no waste to time and space, yet holds higher meaning than can be erased. Who am I is asked more times than once and I seek to find what I believe is lost. I’m tossed.
Imagine a space in a cocoon of dreams soaring in the sky and losing its taste. I hold the heart of a closed door, grasp in the air searching for more. More, I find more — more time, more love, more truth, more meaning. I find the life I live is the life that I’ve been dreaming. And what seems a hoax is now wrapped in a ribbon. It’s a gift of existence a gift that keeps on giving.
Love and capes, saddles and knights, hugs and warm hands, lavender good nights and I rest. Rest because I know my plan is laid. Rest because I know it’s on the way. Rest in trust that I can’t see but rest because rests been given to me. Low land, high land, beauty touches my hand and I’m scarred forever with a plan that’s bigger than me, succeeds because it’s not with eyes that I see.
Desperate for the story to ride on. To meet the hero brave and strong; embrace the scent that connects us both. Relax and let the intense contain the choke. Skin waits for foreign touch that’s not so foreign and heals the rush. The rush says what it already knows, holds tight, breathes air, and accepts what was always there. Till it comes in like rolling thunder shaking her to the core, expanding the part of her that she thought was no more and she finds it there.
Bubbles, paint, side-eye, lo-fi. I’m here.
Exhale.
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