I can almost hear
the door slam
a vacuum sucking shut
as I leave the room
of nothingness.
My bubbles once begged
to burst within it
but nothing is as nothing
does and denies all
but more of the same--
the bends were a bitch
and I'm bound to re-emerge.
elPintor
Sat 16th Sep 2017 01:37
Hey Ray. I've been in preparation to embark upon a journey into unexplored territory (hopefully long-term) and I haven't been focused much on writing.
Life does get rather dull when all you seem to accomplish is another revolution on the hamster wheel--this is my way of kissin' it all off.
Good to hear from you, Ray, always..and hello there, Colin, David, and Emer--many thanks.
Rachel
Lovely writing - full of inner tension seeking expression Rachel. The idea of coming up for air (inspiration of a kind) is compelling.
Ray
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suki spangles
Fri 13th Oct 2017 00:11
Hi Rachel,
Just playing a little catch-up at the moment; haven't been able to leave feedback for a while.
A darkest-before-the-dawn vibe to this:
My bubbles once begged
to burst within it..
Then rising to the surface..
Suki