LOVE Acrostic

 Lots of friends

Overshadowing my sadness

Voluntarily messing around

Encompassing moments of distress

                         

 

At last miniscule Spark  was puffed out of this delicate and fragile prison. 

What a relief! 

She was fed up being shaken and at the disposal of  unknown temperaments; building connections with other particles that mirrored her.

Beyond the moment Spark managed to escape the time machine, the alembic "al-anbīq" and wander freely in a magical world that resonates with different melodies. Light so light with her relentless moves engender aquarelles. Light so light with her moves perform multiple pirouettes.  

 What is this power that made her get out of the still and stagnant rot. Spark  was lost in this chaotic nature. Is it just the end of the process and not just her willpower to float around, use and develop her sparkles. Is it a matter of convenience which made her a specimen. Is she a coding mistake? 

No matter what, floating around freely and bumping with others made Spark spark by connecting and linking to her likings. 

Bumping and connecting, feeding life and energy from those connections. 

Sparks lost her sparkling, lost her momentum that tiny spark find herself losing momentum. She paused for a while, look around. She is alone with many others. Her aquarelles are fading and shedding tears. She started to slip; gone were her pirouettes. 

 Reminiscing on her far a day (not far though), she remembered the magnitude of her charge and how important it is to remain a constant in the physical world. 

A tiny little shock electrified her and brought back her radiance which illuminated her dim light. Some of those who managed to escape the time machine reached her. The magnitude of the sparkles ignited little Spark. This is when teensy- weensy Sparks were conceived. Their flow of magnitude offered a harmonic spectrum and enlightened  countless spectra.