Fuse

There’s a switch that has to go off somewhere between experience and expression that allows me to write. To express myself in a focused medium using pen and pad. There is a short circuit now. Burning out. I will flash to life to dish out an odd spark or two. Words like soaring particles of fire arcing in the darkness. Brilliant orange vs. navy blue. Pixels burning in the mind’s eye. Blown fuse giving a brief bright glow to a growing darkness.