Turn on the Lights

The whole world is alive with spirit if you remember how to look.

Long ago, long before you were born, someone told someone that dangerous word maybe, "Maybe the spirit isn't in that."

And, so, we stopped putting our dreams of the spirit in all things. The spirit feeds on dreams, so the spirit starved.

Only a spark for so long where a firework lightshow used to be.

Only a few brave souls allowed themselves to remember.

Often it drove them to quiet places to be alone with light only they felt they could see.

Our own spirit needs to recognize spirit in all things. The way the body needs water, though it is made of water. It needs spirit because it is made of spirit first.

Those who felt the emptiness the greatest fell into small dented voids called depressions.

They starved for spirit and began to eat their own dreams.

Loneliness followed, a meal greater than any they ever knew was had there.

The one secret every person tucked away in a depression had was: Living there was the only time they felt right.

While sparks of barely emitted light sparked in all things they sat, doors closed, eyes in a daze for days, ingesting their own spirit, not knowing it was fire.

The fire necessary to reignite The World's.

Feed the World your dreams.

Come out of the dark and turn on the lights.