Bringing Mae Flowers

I wet the tip of my pen like dipping toes into the ink black sea. Knowing it would be best to jump in all at once, I wade in line by line, staring at the endless expanse before me. The surface is calm, intimidating in it’s emptiness that hides entire worlds waiting to be released. With each stroke, I create waves. I advance further away from the safety of the solid groundwork I have laid, and deeper into the murky waters of possibility. I struggle to keep my head above water, breathing in the air of conscious reality. Afraid to surrender to the waves of fantasy that threaten to make me drown.