I think it's possible to be so connected to a place
that it consumes you.
It speaks your name and calls to you in the dark.
It whispers sweet secrets of longing in your ear,
of adventure on the horizon.
it pulls you,
Without it you float
up into a dark expanse,
watching a world move round beneath you.
I have a place like this,
where my spirit feels free
and I am home.
My bare feet
sink into the sand
and I am sure of who I am
and who I am becoming.
All I have to do is cross the bridge
and I'm there
and it's magic.
Artists, appreciate your fellow creatives, the unknown and undiscovered. I love David Butler's sketches (like the one above) - he calls himself the "Bridge Hunter." I find myself moved by his work and his obsession.
Writers, what is the place or places that have hold of you? If you don't have one yet, then keep searching, keep moving, it may find you.