*tap, tap, tap, tap…*
My feet keeping beat to an unknown theme. Collections of the weeks thoughts resonate throughout my being, as my physical state remains unmoved.
Place. Position. Theme. Existence.
A desire to understand purpose with each step. Yearning to establish cause and devotion.
Why am I here? Cycles moving through life, surrounding my being, but a path I’ve never touched.
Get out. Be free.
My soul silently pleads. Nerves throughout my mortal place awaken with fire, desperation ignites in my heart.
Take the chance. Make the move.
The only voices in my head command.
Rebel. Revolt. This is your innate being.
I’m caught between two worlds. Angels and demons, right and left, whisper their secrets about my life I don’t even know.
You’re designed to explore.
Your current life is beautiful.
All the time a stoich presence tightens on my face. No one knows my internal being, no one knows that I’m constantly on the brink of revolution. The silent aura hides the balance of chaos and peace that streams through my blood.
To be unattached, a place where I no longer connect. I feel my strings getting tighter, strained when attached to this daily eternity.
*…tap, tap, tap, tap…*
The consistency overshadows the brewing plot, and hidden images hide the inner workings of a torn field…stuck in balance of warring realms.