Unheard whispers

Sometimes I can imagine the whisper of my soul finally finds it's escape;

a thump and jump off the trampoline lining the floor of my stomach,

the force of which causes my feet to stretch the fabric of the world beneath me

(reminiscent of a water drop reverberating back up for one last glimpse of space before it dissolves into its pool of restful disillusion, rippling the surface of its world with diminishing memories of it's flight)

wending it's way through the cyclonic path in and around my wind column, passing by my heart gaining momentum in the way sound is wont to do as it nears its calculated barrier, and finally the thunderous pause before!

Hanging in all of time...

Maybe next time.