Gently Into The Night

Tumbling through life, ricocheting off it's circumferences like a ball in a pinball machine. Careening down pathways, losing control except through writing daily. Watching imaginations' screens on walls of my mind, absorbing every image and particle into my being. Being able to store and use every emotion, every sense touching and freeing my soul, not letting me be held in prisons of another's choosing. Climbing above, lying on clouds as they drift through heaven, no worries to mar the views as they soar with me into the blue skies beyond sight. Breezes blowing gently into the night where I can be myself alone in twilight.