I was suspended in the in-between. My desk, my screen, my careful routines— all carefully measured in fluorescent light. No surprises. No questions. Just the steady pulse of certainty. Then came the whisper. So quiet at first, like music from a distant room, notes I couldn't place but couldn't shake. It starts like a flicker, like a hum in the night, Something weightless, something wild, burning bright. Not a plan, not a path, just a pull so strong, A spark I can't name, but it's leading me on. The changes came in microscopic shifts. In the space between keystrokes, in the reflection of my screen at dusk, in the way my office walls seemed to breathe. Not an exit strategy—just gravity pulling me toward some distant shore. The familiar script of my days began dissolving into questions: What lies beyond these measured hours? What constellations wait to form? It starts like a flicker, like a hum in the night, Something weightless, something wild, burning bright. Not a plan, not a path, just a pull so strong, A spark I can't name, but it's leading me on. I started watching them— the builders, the dreamers, the ones who carved worlds from air. Their hands covered in the dust of creation, eyes bright with something I recognized. They weren't chosen or blessed or special. They just listened. They just began. And in their eyes, I saw it burning, the same spark setting worlds in motion. Until finally, I understood— this fire was never meant to stay contained. Standing at the edge of transformation, where safety ends and living starts. One breath in. One breath out. Time stops— then breaks free. It starts like a flicker, like a hum in the night, Something weightless, something wild, burning bright. Not a plan, not a path, just a pull so strong, A spark I can't name, but it's leading me on. Now it's blazing, now it's clear in my sight, Every moment glowing with new light. I don't know the way, but I know what's true— This fire inside is burning through and through. The world still turns on its axis. Time flows in its familiar streams. But in this new light, everything transforms, and in the burning, I become exactly who I was always becoming. The spark becomes a flame. The flame becomes a fire. The fire becomes a star. And I become alive. The fire becomes a star. And I become alive.
