In life's crush, she feels release.

She walks the halls darkness, the road to no where to the gates of hell, as if it is home.

She falls like a leap of faith.

She is burnt to ashes only to rise like the phoenix time and time again.

To start again, from scratch in a world of accumulation.

This is She...her world, all she's ever known.

She carries The Spark.

She is a drifter. She is a wanderer. She is wild and free.

Not to have. Not to Hold. For this life runs through her fingers like sand. As she is here witness something...just beyond the minds grasp.

This is where she dwells, forever getting closer to the source through the expansion and contraction.

Just out of reach, conception, in a existence of no touch....a place of feeling, senses, knowing...a space of the darkest of darkness and the brightest of light.

One foot in each world...belonging to neither.

Her heart the conductor of her rise and her fall....out of her mind into a world of madness, where for the first time....it all makes sense. Only to fractal the mind into more questions than she arrived with.

Maybe that is why she chooses to exist in the void....not only to push boundaries, beliefs, a system that suffocates her and that of the density, she has felt since she arrived here in this world of polarity....a world of free will, choice and karma. As with this came something else....something that ebbs and flows as truth as her very own existence.....a pull...a magnetism...with in her, with out her...of her....that conducts just beyond the bridge of consciousness, physicality and matter.

She holds not one ounce of fear....she drowns like it is a dance as she is crushed beyond belief.

To start again, from scratch in a world of accumulation...till she finds that she is here to find.

KiKi Xx