It’s been a curious phase lately. There’s a song in the wind every time I pause long enough to listen. It’s unclear whose voice is singing, but it does not matter much; the lyrics sound like home.
There’s a pull in the static, tugging at my heart in electric currents, inviting me to follow, to find what lies beyond the numbness of a half-lived life.
And so I go, I follow the magnetic draw the lightning within while the sparks dance eagerly on the surface of my skin.












