Sparks in the Dark

A Bouquet of Brunneras

Spring mornings with beautiful dew, the morning rain drops and light mist, the fog that clears from the night, an array of colors climbing across the sky and spreading open. 

The spring air smells like memories and nostalgia, my own personal drug that I keep on me like water, it fills my lungs with cryptic and meaningful words that I utter out from my fingertips instead of my mouth, the words that I brew have always been a bit too bitter sweet for my lips like the coffee we used to drink early in the am. 

Movement so lucid and free its like we run with the wind on a plane of existence that is unseen unheard unthought of in this realm, we can exist everywhere and anywhere, like a fluid moment in time that stretched from nowhere to everywhere, every second we exist is like an eternity in millions to billions of other planes and universes that are vast, just out of our own minds. 

Every love I've ever spent the time and energy on me are all one in this life of lesson that I live and breathe daily, the pain is worth the happiness I am later paid in, the levels of distinct thoughts and emotions I play through like an endless playlist on shuffle, I enjoy every moment with every feeling I feel, I am grateful, for this vast amount of emotional clarity just from my own self. 

This everyday hum drum that turns into the own beating of my loud strong heart that creates a rhythm that everyone else follows along on, this beating beating beating pattern that seems to move and vibrate the universe I merely only physically exist in, the planets revolving around my own rhythmic sounds of my existence. 

Music is purely bliss, vibrating off of my aura and playing wide spread in tune with the sounds of the stars and asteroids, the world pulsing in the sounds of my love for myself and everyone else, the love I hold for the universe and cosmos, the full and undying love that grows more and more everyday were and tearing at this mere mortal shell that cannot fathom the depths of the love that flows from me like an unending waterfall of emotion.