Thar she blows? .....

There's a wind blowing in the far distant desert.
Kicking up the sands like a whirlwind of truth.
It feels like the moment that comes just before ignition.
An ignition that initiates a bomb beyond proportions.
Where you think you have it, but it's just past your reach.
Just past your fingertips.
But it's also too late to turn back.
Why would you want to though.
There's nothing stopping this fuse.
Nothing that is going to delay the onset of an explosion.
Like the cracking of an egg....like the cracking of the outer molten layer of a star.
She's ready to explode in a fury of power.
A raging brightness that will blind the unprepared.
She will burn.
Continuous.
Forevermore.
Welcome home.

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Is it a sad thought to know that you haven't had the energy to converse with your friends.
Even if they are not in the material realm.
Too tired to stay awake, even for a few words with them.
I miss them. I miss their voices.
I've been spending time with dragons lately, until the wee hours.
Until my eyes persist in closing and my mind can no longer hold onto the story.
The dragons and me, we've been living an adventure until I am forced to sleep.
And my friends....they watch as I'm caught up in the dance with words.
They watch silently, not wanting to interrupt, but knowing I'm in a different world.
Even a world different from where they are, from where my body is.
How many places can I really be at once?
I wonder if the star about to be burst open knows where she lies in the heavens.
I wonder how much she'll know, how much she'll see, how much she'll hear.
What will she bring light to?
Each one of these worlds are going to feel her. They are going to know her.
And embrace her.
Think of the stories she'll be able to tell. The songs she'll be able to sing.
My friends have already met her, but I'm waiting, anticipating on seeing who she is.
Remembering who she is.