Creating Space

I have a big round head with two black holes over my nose, taking in galaxies of light that twinkle in every room I inhabit. Light comes into focus, glistening off of every object onto moist round lenses where stars come to die. Mirrored movement in my eyes makes them swirl, perpetually scanning dark over light for patterns of color within colors that frame my surroundings to right-about-here. Then I begin to focus, focus, focus, shutter to create a picture of the scenery I intend to make still for a moment before I become overwhelmed with light again. Here is the glistening of my soul, the moment I stop all commotion so that I may shine all alone. My existence depends on the stillness of the room versus the motion of its contents, the ebb and flow, until it is my turn to seize the moment with motion to make the moment about me for once. Everything seen in my eyes, on my eyes, and through my eyes is the inspiration for framing a picture, making everything still, all at once. The creation of this space is to make the connection between me and my soul and the galaxies we hold, with the stillness of space and the significance of place. The same excuse everybody else has, making their own space from the bright spot in every room that they snuff out every time they have to move.