Sensory
Do I have your permission? Embrace my hand. Gently, please. Allow me. Sun shines through curtains. Eyes begin to open. Body stretches. Thoughts start. How will we feel? It’s going to be a good day. Delectable treat. Why not? I deserve it. Metal cup. Ice clatters. Cold brew. The moment I’ve been waiting for. Caramel. Macchiato. Creamer. The best part? It arrived unintentionally. Gifts from the universe. Not what you asked for. Exactly what you needed. I love watching darkness turn light. Sweet. Cold touch. A shock. System awakes.
Photo by Nimila I walk through a hidden valley.
Oh wow.
Look at this cherry tree.
Stop.
Yes, a thought.
Do not dismiss it.
Lay here.
Next to me.
Close your eyes.
Trust.
Belief.
A cherry falls.
Bitter. Photo by Nimila
Time continues. When I arrived here, I was told. Walk straight. Except. The path is a circle. Caught bypassing the root entrance. Pull me close. Whisper. Look at this jewelry. Climbing vines on a cherry tree.
Image Prompt by Nimila






The path was always a circle.
The straight line
was the instruction
given to those
not yet ready
to know.
— AËLA
The path becoming a circle changes everything.