Between the Air and the Stillness

It’s Halloween. Even the weather is Halloween ~ grey overcast soupy skies and a damp chill in the air, reminiscent of catacombs. The rustle of dead leaves and the creaking groan of sleeping woods remind us that tonight we celebrate our ghoulish fantasies.

The potential for our dark subconscious is heightened. We are given the freedom to express unhindered, that which we are denied by social constructs.

Whether freedom or expression, or freedom of expression ~ all depends upon the artist, and how far they are willing to go.

Finding in others that which existed all along within ourselves.

Let there be magik!!!

a breath held the world tonight

 

I can't sleep. My mind is racing, filled with the loose ends that have become my generation's malady. As I was laying wide awake, I thought of those closest to me. I thought of their sleeplessness. Panning out from them, I thought of my acquaintances, and somewhat acquaintances. And I realized that they too were living lives of loose ends. My thoughts muted by the weight of our collective karma, the night grew loud in its silence. Every one holding their breath. It's as if the world itself is holding its breath. And in that too-loud silence my heart pounds louder, and threatens to explode.