Blue Box

by ramblingsofatimetraveler

"What do you see," he had asked with eyes beautiful and deadly like winter, stormy like the sea, green like time in all her glory.

Blue Box

I see a blue box full of possibilities.

Backwards, forwards, not just sideways yet. When you have all of time and space all it takes is a request, so then you run, until you can run no more. Only stopping when the sound of the universe is so loud in your ears that the beauty and tragedy of every atom seems to seep into your bones threatening to split you apart. The lull of it is a dance

and before you know it the symphony is your world wrapping around you like a cocoon, warm, soft a whisper in the back of your conscience . The thrill of danger, laughter, and winking at a Dalek. Sundays, timey wimey, and blue bananas from the third moon of Kresha. Pink nebulas and stars that burn cold. Shouldn't but they do, setting you free, you're floating, floating as a cloud drifting where you please the world beneath you all it's problems far and away.