I wish this page could write itself. Maybe it would tell me the answers to my never-ending questions, maybe it would speak the future, maybe it would be one line or maybe it would become alive in a way I’ve never known. But, maybe this page has always been writing itself, because I’ve been on adventures I never knew existed – adventures through the beyond.
It’s funny when there is so much on my mind, that it’s tricky to write about one single thing. I wish I could get it all out, or maybe the page could do it for me. I’m starting to realize the page has always been me, the keyboard has always been me, the delete button has always been me, the space button has always been me – the expression has always been me.
I can’t shake this weird feeling that I’ve written this before. Maybe in another land, maybe in a dream, maybe in a past, maybe in a different time, but for sure as this me. I love riding every impossible through the vast oceans of daydreaming, I love watching my beliefs dance in the wind and drift off into each sunset. And then a little bird rests on my shoulder and grounds me in the roots of truth once again, then I feel at home in the meadows of my wonders.
When I write, this page listens. When I write, this page speaks. When I write, this page is. There’s a beauty to the beingness of this page, it goes beyond the divine. I can feel its thoughts as I type and delete something, I can feel its smile as I keep writing through my “mistakes”. I wish I could feel its future, I wish I could feel its clarity. But that’s one thing about this page, it is never crystal clear because crystal clear takes away the adventures.
So, would this page be truly whole if it had an ending? Would this page be complete if it had a concrete beginning? Or is this page cemented in time because the unknown flows through?
For now, this is just another musing of a curious soul who lives in the adrenaline of the beyond.