Exclaim

Hark! Inspiration! Where art thou? Hast thy muses departed? Lend your gracious gift of peace! Rescue me from the hollow echo of my timid thoughts! From the empty reverberations that beat against my insides! Save me from the dry, contemptuous familiarity that desiccates my vision! Offer me your warm embrace! Engulf me with the fiery flames of passion! Alight the heart, swallow me whole! Save nothing! I would forfeit the world to savor the sweet allure, the bleeding refuge, of passion!

Swoon my desires! Capture the innocence of dreams! Instill in me once more the care of possibility! Let the wanderlust of worldly wonderings take flight! Seize courage! Outstretch my clasps! Spread my gaze onto the world! Lift my crown! Beckon me to the horizon of now! Let the fusion of possibility and moment give rise to my true being! I will leap onward into the unknown depths where opportunity awaits! I will catch the rushing currents of time! Let it fill my sails, envelope my wings, and elevate the majesties of my mind!

Gravity tightens its grip. Silence falls. The candle hesitates and draws its light in, holding the wick ever so gently. The world is feeling this weight. I will not draw in. I will not succumb to the deafening quietude of a trembling conscious. Fear will not keep me bound in slumbering shackles. I will bear life’s lacerations with dignity, wring pain from this corporeal body, from all its bones and brawn, and wake every last breath of freedom within me.

Anywho.