In a visceral world with visceral ties, somehow I find myself able to fly. Sky high, above the clouds, above the earth. Up to the stars where I can see my true worth.
I know now, I am worth something. I have everything I need. I will heed those around me give insights and advice and revelations. I will find the ability to heal my own soul.
It seems that I thought that I no longer had material to write without it being reiterated. But now I see that creativity is endless. Tapping into the pool of the imagination is eternal fields of green, pink skies and no more lies. For within this moment I may sink into the world that I need, the world I can’t deny. And as soon as I reach that never-ending sky…