BLINK. FADE.

Here I am. Twenty-five years of age. On the edge of it all, yet feeling statically in place. I often find myself saying “I wish to live a million lives at once and experience”. I believe I heard a quote similar to this, expressing the benefit of being a writer and/or reader. You learn things you never thought you'd learn and experiences you couldn't imagine experiencing. All possible with just the imagery and feeling created inside your head. It’s a beautiful thought, yet I just cannot accept solely that.. Perhaps that's selfish.

There is an underlying passion and desire that is so apparently present. It evades my grasp in every sense, but it is there. Taunting me. Driving me. Pushing me. Straight into...

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I think I am like a firefly.
Constantly floating along through the still night air.
Alongside millions of others similar to me.
We all have a connection in the dark endless
abyss with shadows of objects. Objects be they obstacles,
experiences or home. Quiet. Hushed. Whispering thoughts
and dreams that seep down from the heavens.
Illumination fills our souls with the effervescent strength to conquer the unknown.
 
Blink. Fade. Blink. Fade. Blink. Fade.
Every moment of strength propelling us forward through that dark massed air.
The timing like a silent symphony. Every member taking its turn.
We all have moments of brilliance. When it’s dark,
do not forget you have starlight within you.