There was a time
I thought I was strong
My armor thins
Weakens with age
Dispersion and assaults
Although distant and silent
A storm on the horizon
Days count down
Flesh gives way
To final rest
Void of wrongs
Mist so light it feels like silk,
sways on chinese maple and pine.
Pauses long enough to stop time.
In the mist I long to stay,
yet always I fight to be still.
LIGHTNING IN A BOTTLE
Capturing something powerful and elusive and then being able to hold it and show it to the world.
Performing a rare feat.
A moment of creative brilliance.
Coming up with that idea was like catching lightning in a bottle.
Definition from Urban Dictionary.
Capture your own lightning!
p.s. Thanks R.D. for the idea!
p.s.s. photo credit
p.s.s.s. Happy Cinco De Mayo!
I don’t like spiders. At all.
A little while ago, I was deep in thought about writing and life and lo and behold I look at the bottom of the door and see a ginormous black widow. All of a sudden my worries and frustration’s disappeared but were replaced with fear. I just knew more would come out and surround me, climb up my legs, and bite me.
I know, an unhealthy, unrealistic fear.
And then it hit me. I could use this moment to my advantage. Back inside I wrote down my feelings while fresh, and will use them to enhance my current WIP.
Take control. But stay away from the spiders! Just in case…
p.s. Having said all that, I’m still so freaked out by the spider that I can’t even look for a picture to set as main image. 😩 Oh well, baby steps…