A visual play on this essential word…
Massive is a beautiful word. Massive is a beautiful state of mind. I played with that, hoping to have you sense some of this oppressive weight and stature.
Little one.
And then, silence.
A wide, mouth agape, silence.
One of those destructive urges under the setting sun,
striking the visuals.
Nothing more than the sweet and sudden feel of towering above everything.
Nothing more than freedom.
So…
Massive me, specifically.
I’m playing in swirls, curls, massive gushes of cold, warm air,
water mixed in vapor like dreams shattered, gathered into legendary shapes of animals, nature, clouds again…
I brush my fingers in this fluffy layer, and it’s a thousand worlds built and destroyed all the same, can you see the beauty?
I churn my thighs and twist on myself and it’s a tornado, suddenly frozen and rebuilt, white towel around my waist and breasts, wiped in a breeze as I blow, can you see it now?
I peek down and know for sure you noticed, how much fun I had playing with an entire sky.
I’m a storm and I’m a breeze: I’m massive ❤
