Kiana

These words may fail to embody the fullness and beauty, but here’s how it is, time and again.

I find myself ensconced in a space not altogether strange—a space of deep introspection and of consciousness streaming mercilessly. I roam freely here; genderless, fluid, resembling a faerie. The colors I see are white, gold, silvery white, and more gold. It’s a sea of beautiful feelings. It’s a transfixing trance-like space, and I am a captive of its beauty. Sometimes this space arrests me with terror, but it has been nice, so far, dwelling here. ♦