Creative Expression
She sat in the dark, TV playing in the background. She realized how much of her life had been lived, quietly. Days and months pass by. Small changes on the horizon tempt with promises of a grand new beginning. An open heart hums to the sound of commercials. Popcorn, peanuts, pretzels and phones are her entertainment. The lack of enthusiasm for just about anything is terrorizing some moments. A fresh draft, a body in motion, the release of climax make the moments seem like bad dreams. The hum of the complex is comforting, sleep is beckoning. Constant comparison leaves her broke, so little of the ego eggs her on. Hard pouding drops, the clap of thunder, she noticed a smell she hadn't mingled with in eons. She stood in the screened doorway listening to the fresh air, smiling at the misting rooftops, hearing the rain spit out from under the tread mixing with blacktop. Each critisism blows away with the breath as a thought skips away in moments of quiet meditation. Her words linger in my ears... underestimating your potential. Lust rules her body, quivering. Fantasies explode in the dark, the TV but a small bright dot in a sea of black.
Thank you Astral Girl