A sudden urge,
a whisper in the mind’s ear,
to seize it at once.
Flourishing freely,
without effort.
No thought,
no foolish preparation.

A breath of fresh air,
a burst of sun,
a leap without looking
but feeling the wind carry you.

Open wings.

A flash of lightning,
a sky exploding with color.
Must have. Must do.
To fill a void.

Drawn by an illusion, bright desire,
and the fleeting shadow
if you don’t.

A sudden excitement,
a habitual order
that rises within.
A sense of something missed
if the moment fades.

A slavery pull.

The tightening in the chest,
the thought that drills and drills.
A denial of what is,
possessed by what is not.

A deceiving command
that isn’t your own,
a fear of what might happen
if the ritual breaks.

A tightening chain.

One frees.
One erupts.
One traps.
But what of the space between?