It's a new day, and I go for a run. Songs play in my ears, pounding in my veins, igniting tired muscles. I run away from ghosts, and painful regrets. Heart beating fast, racing to catch myself, but I am slow and heavy. Ancient beast that I am. My future lies ahead, running like a gazelle, faster than thought, faster than light, urging me on, like the stories... of will-o'-the-wisp. I run on holy land, filled with trees, calling out to me, to remember my path.
Scatterlings and Cantations by chasphrey, literature
Scatterlings and Cantations
Scatterlings of stars… cantations of clouds… Visions floating a fingerwidth above… In labyrinthine caverns… in smoke of funeral pyres… Hallucinations… imaginations… spirit animals… Follow! They may lead into an otherwise unknown No! Do not stop… hesitation leads towards smallness… Smallness towards invisibility… invisibility towards forgotten… Forgotten towards an unimagined soul… Digesting in devouring indifferent acid… Puddling formless… and a nothing… A nothing so profound…? swallowing…