New Link - Kate Bullen



As far back as I can recall, I have had the ability to disappear and return again. Where I go is a question I will always have. Is there a distant plane where I may belong? Are my seizures a compulsion to go there, or is it only chemistry? I settle on the former, narrating to fill the void of time stolen. In falling I feel the gravitational pull of a great black hole. I always oblige. It is a summoning rather than an invitation. I cannot ever decide the time of departure, and I do not have the option to say no.
There is a push and a pull between the dream of the world created versus the aggressive nature of the fantasy. Control is lost, yet there is a nervous engagement- just as with the chaotic hurtles we face in everyday life. There is no telling who will overcome, or deciding the scope of battle scars.
