Space is such a lovely word. It fills my mind with breathing. It fills my soul with thoughts. It fills my heart with sounds. I’m filled with silence, then laughter.
I like laughter. I like thoughts of laughter streaming though the stars and over the planets. I love the image of my heart healing as I take in the cool, cool, night and all its secrets in the deep, deep hollows of the twist and turns of worm holes. I like thinking about the stars that have yet to be born and become red giants of the universe.
Give me a nebula to climb on. Whew! I could feast for years on the color.
Imagine the colors. In the space of my dreaming, I color adventures with colors that even my crayons have never seen. I could touch the vibrancy and make vibrations that moved in rings like water, see the shimmering sensations of the cosmic dust that flutters off the planet as I kick my feet up in a dance of pleasure or I move the tiniest twinkling star to have the tiniest smile for me.
Once a few months ago, I stilled myself and sat here so quietly.
Tonight I play among the colors and find the space I need to breathe.
And once again, everyone I know gets nicer.
−me strauss Letting me be