It feels as if I am drifting, it's emotionally uplifting. As I travel through time and space, readjusting to land with few mistakes. Landing upon a mountain high enough so that I will be held accountable for my repetitive reactions. Some reactions are extremely intuitive, while other reactions never cross the balancing lines. It feels as if, I am walking on a tightrope, a misplaced step will tip me over the bouncing line, trying to move less. My weight bends the tightrope, however, I am a shadow of myself, shouldn't I be weightless. Somehow a new experience begins as I am drifting towards the colorful horizon, some colors are extremely vibrant. Therein I am lost in the blending mixture of colors, carefully I limit the space between what I want to do, hoping to do what I must. Ignoring the experience when there's a faint scent of paint and rust. While rising up higher where I was meant to be. Drifting in categories naturally accommodating my every needs. Now I am drifting further into the sky, above levels which place me near gallery of stars. I am becoming homesick, immediately drifting towards the bedroom where dreams are mine, whether to embrace or carefully discard. An out of body experience.
© Daniel Mason