i told myself to just write for three minutes and this is the result

this is just something to try, i have no idea where it's going. it's a whole new world, set on the horizon, the colors bleeding into the sea, until they become part of the earth. the words just spill out, and it's late at night, the stars are shining, like a pin has been punched into tinfoil and there's nothing but light beyond that, but only tiny pieces are making their way throught. it's beautiful, i guess, but also myserious. i like mysteries, but they also scare me. i know why i'm afraid. i don't know what's behind them, i don't know how they'll unfold, what's underneath the layers of patterned paper and gauzy ribbons. it could be something beautiful, or it could be something dead. i'll never know, because i'll never poise my hands over the first piece of tape, the one that unwinds it all. i'll sit in the corner, oblivious to it all, because that's safer. i'm fine with staying still because i don't know what i'm missing. i'm okay and not okay, all at once.