In the space between creation there is nothingness
A void where all is barren
No light
No color
No sound
A deep calm before the storm rises
In the distance an echo stirs
An idea?
Perhaps nothing at all
Perhaps a spark of an idea that was not strong enough to emerge from the void
Perhaps…
I sit here for what seems like an eternity
In my nothing space
Devoid of useful thought or creativity
I sit and wait with monk-like patience
I move my focus inward to feel for the dream
It is elusive
A wiggly worm that slips out of my grasp as soon as I reach for it
I focus harder
I shut my eyes so tight that the tiny blood vessels may burst at any moment
I feel something
A rumbling in my soul that is building like a low drum beat
Tum, Tum, TUM!
Rising like thunder
Heat like a waking volcano
Warm air escapes my nostrils and I breath fire
My eyes glowing like burning embers in the dark
Flames escape my lips and the imagination is no longer bound within my frail form
I am can not contain it
I crack and fizzle
My body breaks and slips as the flames made up of all the spectral colors bust from the seams
An explosion of color and sound burst out and splash on every surface
A void no longer
The muses sing in the new world
A world of light, color, and sound
END
The nothing consumes all imagination. Speak her name to save the land. Speak my name to save on characters. @HtvImmortal
