Matches

I saw the match.

I found the box.

I touched the match to the striker.

I chose not to strike the match.

Timing is everything.

Patience means the world.

Fear is natural.

Courage is key.

Confidence grows connection.

Where is the line?

The line between patience and fear.

When is time out?

The moment where biding time becomes wasting time.

What marks a dead end?

The realization lingering is actually stagnation.

This match, this opportunity, this crossroad:

I can touch the box.

I can strike the match into flame.

But it will take two to keep the flame alight.

Fear is an illusion.

Timing. Patience. Courage. Confidence.

Tangles

Writing. Writing. Writing.

I should be writing an essay.

Typing. Typing. Typing.

All I can do is aimless typing.

I feel the words inside my head,

But only tangles of words surface.

I know what should be said,

But only scattered thoughts fill the space.

Why can I not unravel my brain?

Why must this essay give me such pain?

Why do I need to struggle and strain?

I try to follow a linear thought.

My mind wants to jump and run around.

Skipping through topics and switching comes naturally.

Writing to another place makes for fascination.

Because I need to stretch.

Because learning requires uncomfortableness.

Because it is okay to feel some pressure.

Instrumental Beauty

So many people,

So little room,

So much eager energy.

First a calm.

It lulled everyone into a secure foundation.

The energy stabilized at a gentle rest.

Then the excitement.

It yanked us into a new sphere.

The energy snowballed into a mass.

Now anxiety.

Our excitement changed form.

The energy wanted to break away from control.

Tantalizing.

Anxiety melted into something less stressful.

The energy gave in to attempting compromise.

A transition to playfulness.

We return to a dreamy state - no darkness.

The energy is content, its cycle complete.

Their fingers did the work while their bodies became the music.

Where do their minds go?

Do they stay aware of the present?

Do they slip into another world?

Stringed keys and a metal tube,

All it took to take control.