in the future pink and leather will reign. where foreign fields beg exploring. and bodies move in snazzy sways. a time for reconnecting. with self, sky and others. to break from social orders. and accept what comes my way. a rocketwoman. eagerly donning my helmet. ready to answer the cosmo’s choral calling. and time reminds me to launch now or never.
chaos blows across the plain. miles of mixed up memories behind. ahead full of unanswerable questions. she stands ready. fearless. a faceless warrior bound for parts untold. where the landscape changes on the fly. with no time for nostalgia to catch up. the future rushes forward. rocky and exciting. she braces against the wind. a nonconformist. and takes an open road.
here is my temple. where i build a supportive structure. put in struts. and robust measures. a form free of fears. free to fly. to grow without impediment. a spring cleaning of the vehicle. that facilitates every joyful experience in this life. much needed maintenance. to make this being strong. ensuring these walls can support. withstand. and carry memories to come.
what will you do with those white walls. pristine palettes begging for disruption. a corner can’t contain a bold silk body wrap. that playfully twists. and twirls. to the whimsical rhythm of unseen orchestras. joyous. uncontrolled. fervor. where light silently stops the motion. captures the quirk of self uncontained. revealing shadows that transform into dance partners. and peek outside the sane.