Lavender Skies

Here we go. I’m in my zone with my music ready to go. As I sit here I wonder why my heart is so light and yet so fast. Like a hummingbird floating in my chest. My brain is the flower that feeds my heart’s form.

My skin is beading with sweat and the hummingbird works. The fierce ripples of motion that reverberates out into the universe. I feel the universe inside me. All of space is caught in my lungs. I breathe it. Swirls of consciousness, all except mine, are drifting around my head/soul/aura. It seems like there is going to be an earthquake in my soul.

The heat rises from my arms as I type. Trying to keep up with the whirlwind that is my mind right now is making them overheat. OR it’s the energy of my life seeping out. 

There is a sense of urgency in this song. A bustle of movement. But the heat. Like NYC in summer. I am not here. I am elsewhere. I am transported to anywhere beyond my reach. With that is a sacrifice of not being here now. Everything has a tracer. Movement is drawn in the sky by motions of atoms. The molecules that make up everything. I can feel them under my skin. The motion of blood and electricity. 

I am lost. I traveled too far. My sleep notification just went off but I know I am far from sleep. I’m being awoken now. In this instant, I can feel everything and nothing all at once. I’m detached from my hands and yet still, I control them. Softness, among the chaos. A sense of belonging in a world of loneliness. 

Chaos. I can’t contain the chaos. I flow with each change. Each motion of the water carries me further. I’m still warm. But now I’m in a hot spring. With nature. 

I’ve traveled again. I’m not sure where I am. A distant noise draws my attention. A clink of metal on taut string. It is creating music. A gentle rhythm underneath the spot stealing trumpet. I’m lost and feel like switching the song.