I always knew I was possible. I nursed a conflict, as if all movement were an act of resistance and the friction burned like a snuffed candle, a quenched blaze. I reached out for that sullen promise, that moody luminosity, that outlines my twilit, shining aura. It's there: the Force. I can hear it! I can hear them! They are the tension twisting through the radiant shadows, calling though from the living dusky glare blinding me to a vision, to my vision of this, of then, of if and when.
Today is Star Wars day! May the 4th be with you!