Though I walk in silence, my thoughts are loud in my head.
Heard only by me. These thoughts are lanterns, casting a light, a light that shines brighter as I focus my attention on them.
They are gaining a foothold in my reality, pushed by my wish that they do.
Slowly, ever so slowly, my world shifts.
What I once was, I am no longer.
What I will be, I am not yet. My impatience is tempered by what I have gained.
I have gained a measure of truthfulness in my life, shedding the old disguise that I wore for so long.
Yet, it is only the beginning.
I have oceans yet to cross.
About the Creator
Katie
Really just an amateur trying my hand at this.
The Dangling Bead
My life is splashing before my eyes, as I precariously suspend and prepare for the end, the consumption of my Self and identity. I know that gravity will be the victor in this struggle. Like a pendant, slipping from the chain, the tension has caught me in this moment, bestowing one last gift of reflection. I cling desperately, questioning my purpose. Searching for comfort. And I remember…
By Leslie Staven5 days ago in Fiction
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