Chew them up, spit them out.
Let them know what you're all about.
Rip it all to pieces.
Tear up everything that was built over time.
The past, left in a mutilated pile on the ground.
The future, uncertain.
The present, flooded with tears of betrayal.
Mind filled with screams.
Air filled with silence.
Food has no taste.
Nothing has reason.
All that was known has been flipped upside down.
Boredom surrounds as nothing seems fun.
Nothing is right, everything is wrong.
Topsy turvy isn't so much fun.
Try to stand up to regain balance.
The sky, which is now underneath, cannot support.
Fall once again.
Which way is up?
Which way is down?
Mind racing and spinning.
Find the ground once slammed upon it.
Lay there for what seems like forever.
Eyes open.
Head raises.
The real ground.
Dizziness dissipates.
Directions reappear.
Slowly stand up.
Dust off.
Take a confused step in one direction.
Turn around, second guessing.
Around again.
Another step.
And another.
Another in the same direction.
Feeling this is the right way, keep going.
Familiarity sets in quickly.
Paranoid comfort.
Find a familiar spot to get comfortable in.
Suddenly, falling through the clouds again.
The world has once again been shaken up.
Feeling like one of the many white particles in a snow globe.
Falling, falling, until thudding once again onto the hard ground.
Unsure of which direction traveled before.
Looking in all endless directions while insanely spinning.
Dropping to knees and screaming.
Giving up.
Laying on the cold dirt with no motivation to get up once again.
Feel the cool wind blow past.
Feel the softness of each grain of sand and each stray leaf as it glides over skin.
Suddenly, feeling happy.
Happy, from a most simplistic thing.
Taking a deep breath, relaxing.
Exhaling with such force from walls of stress exploding, sending the debris up into a funnel.
As
the funnel gains magnitude and seems to take over everything in site,
with such force of nothing ever seen before, it explodes into tiny
sparkles that seem as light as feathers.
Gently floating to the ground as they gleam brightly.
So bright.
Not harsh brightness, but a glow that reflects the aura.
The aura that resonates so brightly.
So brightly that just seeing it shows what is possible.
Shows what doesn't matter.
Shows who does.
With the exhale of everything negative, the aura is able to shine even brighter.
The brightness that does not rid the darkness, but allows only positive to come through.
Supercharged now, the brightness of this aura will not be dimmed again.
