Energy

[Deleted Member]

How to describe it? It’s energy. E= mc squared.

It’s a ***, a power. A vibe. It either draws me

like a lodestone, or repels me like the wrong edge

of a magnet. Sometimes it’s a red flag. It’s moving

too fast, or pushing too hard. It’s rushing straight

To the things you want to do me. To this body.

Bypassing those essential, anticipatory moments

where you reel me in and pull me under your spell.

Sometimes it’s claustrophobic, surrounding me,

squeezing me, filling my lungs with polluted air.

Sometimes it’s a discord, a wrong note that jars

And sets my nerves on edge. It’s chaos and passion,

A whirlwind that clashes with mine and sends us

spinning off in opposite directions. Sometimes,

rare times, it’s a quiet harbour. A stillness that

calls to me and promises safety, space to breathe.

A cage with walls I can see through, bars that

hold me even as they mould me. A sun,

Drawing me ever closer as I orbit cautiously.

A flame, drawing this moth to the light

[Ma****]

Very very nice!

[Ra****]

That’s very poetic and what words coming from such beauty 😘😘

[Fa****]

I feel I need to send anyone who ever asks me “why” I’m not interested to read this xx