With the weight of the world on his shoulders, he waited until those he looked after were fast asleep, before gently buckling to his knees—crushing himself under their burdens. No chance in hell to get away, not even for a second. If he would rest, it would be under their globe of woes and their troubles and their grief and their demands...
In each moment there is a new beginning. In that space I must look clearly past where I am to the stated place of where it is I wish to be. I choose to see in full color all that the wish contains. At times there may be a frequency of going in and out. But in each moment I bring myself back to that place. As clearly as the caterpillar in a moment becomes the butterfly I remain transfixed in it. I know with a knowing that the transformation I am to become will take her place on center stage in the wonder of flight unfettered by the wind.
It had woken him and he had found it in the trunk of a tree, a section of which he had carried back to where he had slept.
Radio on - Slip inside my mind,
Even in the darkest of nights... your eyes can only see so far. You can see the hundreds.. thousands.. millions of twinkles from 4 million some years ago... that finally make it to you. Space is weird.
She spun her web carefully, both hunting trap and art display. Relief filled her as she released the final strand, imagining the meal to come, relishing her ability to survive.
*this is written in the format of spoken word no grammar pros context just thoughts words memories splashed onto this page so enjoy*