Stamped by Nyx

Humming bird wings beat fast enough to allow them to fly in all directions.  It’s a feat that no other bird has accomplished.  With that in mind, if someone travels fast enough, they can go anywhere—in any direction.  The same can be said about one’s mental state.  If the human mind incessantly speeds through countless scenarios at all times, a person can be anywhere and everywhere all at once—even if it’s to their own detriment.

The small action of a bird’s flapping wing is strong enough to make ripples in the sands of time.  It’s a reflection of all that has happened and what is yet to come.  A bird landing on a wire to sing its morning song, by chance, can be the defining moment of a person’s day.  A bird flying too low to the ground can be the dinner of a hungry predator, keeping it from straying into the middle of a busy road as it chases a mouse for a snack.  Everyone talks about butterfly wings and the effect it has on the world, but one can say a bird’s is more influential with how overlooked it is.

Fleeting moments are like the iridescent feathers glinting beneath the rays of the blinding sun.  It catches the light and traps it in a kaleidoscope of sheer colors, painting memories in unique colors that are hard to capture and even harder to forget.  It colors the soul, staining it with the universe’s unsolvable creation.

The heart thrums with the wind your lungs inhale.  Each exhale aids in the ebb and flow of life that uplifts the small creature.  It shares an invisible elixir every living creature needs to survive in a beautifully cruel world we have no choice but to live in.  The heart beats the drum of existence and the lungs soothes the fiery burn of fate.

There are no colors of the wind, but there are colors of existence.  Colors we breathe in and hold to feel the high of life.  Colors we touch to feel real and connected to something other than fickle human emotions that tear us down just to build us up again.  Colors we see in one another. We yearn to either separate or blend it to create a new rendition of something that’s already there.  Colors we see behind our eyelids as we try to escape reality, no matter how good or bad it is.

Our brains are a collection of the past and present.  The what-ifs and the could-have-beens.  It creates worlds beyond our comprehension and forms them into tangled, bite-sized pieces so we can have a taste of something different.  After all, humans are creatures not of habit, but of creation and destruction.  It takes what has happened a thousand years ago and will craft a menagerie that will tickle the brains of others in a wicked recall game of unwilling participants.

Life is nothing short of a humming bird’s wings.  It will take us forward as it will take us back.  It will lift us up like a chest rising with a deep breath, and it will slam us down with a sharp exhale.  Electrical neurons flash in a dangerous game of arts and crafts where we have colors staining our beings like we are coated in the blood we were born in.  A humming bird is a simple creature and often overlooked, yet we add meaning to it in the same manner we add meaning to our life.

Stamped By Nyx