I have been having an out of body experience. I was on cloud 9 and writing poetry the whole trip. I was tripping and the world was beneath me. I am speaking arrogantly looking at the world. I then turn to look at the sky and pulsating beyond it is the Universe. An echo of things unknown, of things that could have been.
I am beyond small but I am still made from the parts of the Universe. I am packed with substance and my creativity is not limited to four corners of a piece of paper. I have the creativity of the Universe and I exercise it in every curvature of the words I choose and I exercise these spirits.
Ok, Im back.