A breath
Held.
Expelled.
Exploded.
Antici
...patience?
Like an inhale from a dream state that awakens the dreamer, a violent intake of breath saves the dreamer from drowning.
The time is drawing near again, when a river of words will spill droplet by droplet onto the page, and be pumped into the waiting internet...a drought is lifting, a word drought of dried up thoughts, old patterns, unknown and unknowable ways of expression will form rivulets and merge into bigger and bigger forms and burst the dam that has been thwarting any and all the writings.
We meet again soon, and each breath is surrounded by little pauses like parentheses hugging my life with healthy pauses.
Sometimes the silence between thoughts speaks the most volumes...