Sagacity.....Where do you live?
Crochet artist who is an avid reader, who contemplates & scribbles her thoughts to share..... It was like the Sun, throbbing, pulsating, radiating......................She couldn't help but heed it. Her thoughts, speech and actions gravitated towards it. Helpless, powerless, up creek without paddle, purblindly she would dog her footsteps as dictated. This sun of hers was a black-hole & also the reason for the light in her universe. It was powerful, imperious..... that which demanded complete submission. She felt like a mercury.... tiny....heaved into staying closer than others & bullied away to a distance with a threat of annihilation. Mesmerized by it's behemothic, walloping structure at the very same moment aghast by it's ever consuming lethiferous nature.