Step onto wet. Feet try to soak the taste of rain, but it only slips away from me. The body inches out of it its chassis, there’s a dance breaking out from within, and it wreaks of freedom.
This mind salivates at the possibility.
Inside, colours twirl in a slow, thickening, melting, oozing and passionate mating with grey. Darkness turns seductively into light.
Heat, breaks into molecules of friction within this cavity and laces the heart into a sprint.
The edge tastes like sunshine somersaulting with the wind. I relish the screeching, anxious waiting as it melts like snowflakes on my tongue.
I lick the corners of my mind with thoughts so potent, they must be unreal. I must be moving too fast. I must be overreaching. I must be heading for disappointment. I must be mad.
This helplessly conditioned mind tangos with the light to a well practiced beat. Walls inch up and retreat like slick scratches on a turntable I can’t seem to control.
On come the army of voices.
Thundering, rhyming, rolling in a chaotic frenzy lacking that gentle sigh of grace. Sound, illusions, realities and dreams raise a desert storm, positivity strolls too far from the tower and loses range, the antenna weakens the mind as it spends itself in search of the very vibrations it can’t accept.
I lean over the palpitating edge, skirting all possibilities. Choice has never looked this powerful before.
Untying these heavy boots of fear, I let them roll off. Anything is game now.
Purpose grazes her hands under my chin, clouds appear under feet.
And I can walk.