Was that really me,
my crumbling thoughts,
intoxicated cynical assertions?
Pockets of stillness no longer
harbor a pregnant pause
instead bestirs the potential
of emptiness.
Once free-flowing bonds
now chaotic with undulating
patterns.
I suddenly feel my past
a lost alphabet waiting
to be written.
Methinks, tis time for all
mankind to question your maps,
your destinations and know
what your dreams are.
Reena’s Exploration Challenge#112
This week you can choose one or more from a set of 10 words/phrases, to kickstart your thought process. Let us see where the journey takes you. The comments often offer different perspectives and start another thread of creativity. Find time to read those and interact with other writers. Here are the options…
- pockets of stillness
- question your maps
- cynical assertions
- lost alphabet
- was that really me?
- crumbling thoughts
- undulating patterns
- free-flowing bonds
- pregnant pause
- potential of emptiness
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Thank you so much for the reblog! I appreciate it! 😉
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