Whisper

Run away for a moment to a place that doesn’t exist. How is that possible? It’s plausible the second you close your eyes. It’s a limitless place where the 7.5 billion people in our world are irrelevant. Perhaps you are not even a person in this place that doesn’t exist. Who says you have to be? You could be a floating, luminescent whisper. Yes, whispers can have a bright sheen as they collect and rest on those ready to listen. Listen closely because the whirling raspy breath of the whisper will not wait forever. Its invisibility makes it a mysterious marvel, with many questioning its permeability into the living world. Many cannot see its glow, only hearing a whirring air movement that quickly dissipates. Ignoring its presence altogether means living in metaphorical box of contradictions and hypocrisy. See, the whisper is uncontrolled, with its spidery tendrils lurching in infinite, indiscernible spatial quandaries of space and time. The whisper travels spontaneously - hoping, dancing and basking in the chase of the run, not lingering long for the unwilling and ignorant.

Open your eyes the next second and there you sit in motionless silence that makes the cacophony of voices stirring just a few feet away seem like a mute muffle. Crisp, visionary clarity seeps through. Blink once and the litany of sound incrementally increases to a garbled roar as your silent second erodes. Yet know you can always run away again – even just for a moment. Run far -- but SHHHHHH -- don’t let it pass you by.