Woke up feeling more and more complete these days. I feel present yet floating out of this world.
Cut off yet existing.
What is this between?
Stuck in the middle of love and fantasy.
This soft, yet wide space.
Feels like there's fields on Mars and warmth in Neptune...
Like all could be right but feeling it is wrong.
Mere me mirroring bliss and teachings prematurely.
Surely.... what is this?
Between Heaven and Earth is where we meet to chat.
We ping pong our sweet nothings and warm embraces.
In between night and day; back and forth we sway.
My heart begins to play a tune.
May this be a place where I lay to rest and where my descendants pray.
Thank You for sharing such a space to matter in this intangible universe
A hole of warmth.
In between is where I'm the closest to You.
My pillow screams and broken form fade, the ground shrinks,
The screams becomes music and carries my heart to Your ear.
Ahh... I miss You already.
About the Creator
CJ
A wondering and wandering artist looking for meaning. Open to all and fear none. Thank you for your support.
The Business of Nature
Dew drops reflected the light of the sun. The inhabitants of Whispering Woods woke up to the golden droplets of water on the leaves of the flora. The oaks particularly enjoyed the light and the maples did, too. Happiness enveloped all who lived there, even the rocks that cried out in the night delighted in the morning.
By Skyler Saunders2 days ago in Fiction
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