A Promptless Prompt
I caught sight of a beautiful hummingbird today, a rare treat to savor in this tiny form of perfection. The brightly colored ‘hummer’ is flitting in the air, making distinct non-vocal sounds with each frantic wing beat, buzzing, zipping, and humming. I gaze at his brightly colored, stubby yet streamlined body with delight as he seems fully immersed in his craft, hovering over each flower, enjoying a tasty nectar snack. Light bounces off his iridescent feathers, resulting in shimmering hues that shift from different angles.
I watch this incredibly fast, tiny bird hovering in mid-air and swiftly changing his flight…
A writer’s bio: I’m a writer who writes
I’m a writer. Not a writer-wannabe. Not a writer-in-the-making. I’m a writer now. That’s because I don’t believe in past lives or future lives. You see, I’m not completely out of, or in the picture at any time. I am present simultaneously in a multiverse of parallel universes. In any chosen alternate reality, I remain a writer.
I time travel back and forth from these worlds crossing time and space in the smallest fraction of an instant. One moment you’ll find me having tea on the moon upon a clear and starry night with my intergalactic friends. …
Only you know where the road leads to.
The thought that nothing is within our control can send us into a worrisome spiral. However, it's comforting to know that we do have control to some extent. The sooner we realize this, the better. Thoughts create expectations that let us know the best decision to make at any moment. Those decisions, in turn, influence our actions.
Sometimes I’m advised to let go of control, allowing life to take me on a roller coaster ride and to accept that I do not know what will happen next. But if I don’t believe I’m capable of producing or arriving anywhere near…
The emotional volcano inside me is erupting.
The steam is rising, seeking an outlet like an unleashed demon. I feel the pressure escalating, my eyes fighting back hot tears, my fists clench and my teeth lock up. The fire is growing in my belly and quickly filling the void in my chest.
As soon as it comes up, it will burn to ashes, anything and anyone that stands in my way. My fight mode is on, assuring me the right to hurt myself and others. No one can possibly understand, not that I even care.
Anger isn’t good or bad, it just is. Like any other type of energy, it’s used to build or destroy but what we choose to do with it determines the outcome.
Missing the feeling of connection
There is a twist of loneliness in the pit of her stomach. It comes like a sudden temperature drop and a gradual wind increases just before a thunderstorm. She sits in silence, aware of the hollow spot in the center of her chest. In that languid time between what is and what was, there are no trails to follow that will lead her to the next moment.
That’s how it feels like to miss someone. She loses track of her existence, not sure what it is she should look forward to. …
Blue Insights Cultural Prompt — June 2021
Think again because you have no idea who I am
So you think you know me?
You’ve seen my weakness and you’ve seen my tears. I was vulnerable, helpless, and drained. I felt like there’s nothing I can do to change the situation. My thoughts deceived me and told me it was pointless to hold on. It assured me that the future is bleak and I don’t have what it takes to survive. I thought that was my fate.
But I refuse to break down. I refuse to fall out. That’s not me. Life may dull me for a while, but nothing can take away my sparkle. Deep in my…
The only way you can connect to the Whole is to go beyond yourself
The waves break around the rocks in the shallows, transient, ever-changing yet always familiar. The movement of the waters brings the music of the ocean with its rhythmic crashing. You feel the cold sand underfoot. You turn your face towards the sun as it stretches its golden arms, bringing warmth to creation.
As you stride forward, your attention goes inward. Staring off into space, only the sound of waves connects you to the present. You feel lost amid life and can’t seem to find the passage that leads to the answers. …
Letting go of the person we used to be
I don’t know her anymore. Strange, she used to be me. We did so many things, spent so much time together. We laughed, we cried, we walked down moonlit paths at night planning the future we will share together, the dreams we will build. But it’s all gone now.
I no longer recognize the person, let alone talk about old times. I can’t appreciate the things we had in common or relate to what used to lighten her day. It’s like swimming against the tide that saps my energy. I refuse to put in the effort.
I walked around headless…
