the headaches of blank space — straining your eyes to see something that you couldn’t see before. believing in the potential of creation, imagination. staring long enough and convincing yourself that you see something.
what does it look like?
you don’t really know yet — you just trust that it’s there and that it will come into focus sooner or later. maybe you just got dizzy, looking at incredible nothings. maybe it was just exploding stars dancing in your pupils.
but you saw it. you know you saw it, even if no one else did.
it’s okay that no one else did.
no one else could.
what you saw is yours, revealed for you.
you’ve been willing this into existence, and here it is forming, its shape changing with the wind. all clouds, ready to rain.
heat the earth with your efforts, and maybe one day it might rain, the atmosphere all sweat and humidity.
and from this rain will come the things you imagine.
others may only see the fruits of your labor, but you chose to see what was unseen.
you believed in your thirst.
look what grew.