sporkmaster555

My heart is beating. Like the drums... The beating is my blood. Like the water... The blood is my energy. Like electricity... The energy is my life. Like the Earth... My life is connected to the ground. My heart is connected to the ground. I can feel the coarse dirt in my fingers. My fingers become roots, and fanning out, I am grounded. I am stuck. Stuck within the Earth. My heart flows with electricity, and my blood is no longer blood, but fire. It is lightning, and it flows through my veins, white and scalding. Yearning for true enlightenment, It flows downward. It flows into the earth through my roots, my rough skin. It flows past