Here I sit, waiting for something to stir inside.
Something unavoidable.
A word, image, or emotion that sets my being to work.
Signals to amplify.
Mind itching, soul contorting, body in stasis.
Dependent on that flow to be complete.
Hunting a purpose for the moment.
A weapon to kill the emptiness inside.
At long last the darkness is slashed away.
Awaken the Deity within for a brilliant moment.
A moment of purpose.
The moment to be remembered as the darkness returns.