"WHAT IS IT LIKE?"

What’s it like?

Sitting in the middle of a stark white room with padded walls content with everything around you

No need for anyone to talk to or a lighted screen to see through

Not needing a big group or even a close crew at your side hanging by a tether on your every word

To simply be in an area and listen to anything without being offended or striking a chord

What is it like?

Listening to everything in your surroundings

Being aware yet oblivious

Being appreciative of just being.. Just seeing

Appeased with breathing

What’s it like?

Discovering the best in the ones within your magnitude of positivity

Digging beneath their skin and uncovering the possibility of compassion, distraction, maybe creativity

The world may never know

Things they themselves may never even agree to show

Brought to the surface by a mysteriously hidden yet observant, undeniable crow

Unknown yet all knowing

What is it like?

Radiating the ambiance of light that those grope for in their darkness

Awaiting, generating the hope and kindness everyone desires

Composing emotional wildfires in the forests of festering negativity

In the most silent of all buildings collapsing beneath you, yet still finding a reason for festivity

What is it like?

Being a ray of light that no one has come searching for but end up finding anyway

Internalizing the essence of a solar star that burns immensely but refuses to collapse in on itself

Diffracting from its foretold future

What’s it like?

Staring into an endless abyss only to find bliss or happiness

Not a single joint moved

Still as a statue with a mind racing

No need for pacing in a life where you walk on air

To others thinking only “What a life to bear?”

But honestly you couldn’t care.. could you?

Your only predetermined task is to do what you do

Without a single person’s approval

What is it like?

Being the life of a party in a crowded room of competitors

Only to rise higher adding fuel to your fire

Burning brighter than any other fighter

Smiling the whole way through because it’s just what you do

What was it like doing what you do?..

It’s the question that my great grandmother knew the answer to

~ifthenightcouldtalk

(IN MEMORY OF MY GREAT GRANDMOTHER)