In some distant reality you are here
next to me
.
In some distant reality you smile
and we are free
.
In some distant reality dreams are real
Life is a dream
.
In some distant reality time bends
Magic never ends
.
This distant reality
Stares at you
Through a mirror
It reaches for you
Waiting for your hand in adventure
Wanting for you to let go
Will you join me in some distant reality?
they never seem to realize the truth. look beyond themselves and their small lives. see what it is. see what belongs to them, hold forever the reality of their dreams.
perhaps one day. one day they shall see the truth. one day of sight is all they need.
perhaps tomorrow
There are so many things I can’t explain. So many feelings I can’t register. Questions I can’t fathom. Thoughts I fail to explore.
Is there choice in this matter?
Boundless yet finite are my journeys. Reason leads the expedition now. Faith has taken her sabbatical, leaving the journey up to the mind alone.
Once there was a time when the universe opened her heart to me. When we danced and drank in life to the fullest. We ventured, amazed at the signs which stared upon us in reflection. She and me. Bound. There once was a time…
It seems so long ago.
Then there came the passage above, the one which triumphed above us as one. The one which called to question the feelings, the thoughts, the connection with realization. The one which threatened the heart. During our travels we often face reason and choice…
This was neither, yet it was both.
There came the road. Metaphorical. The road which bore two paths.
Numbly I chose the path apart. Journeyed the world with her in silence, for she was there. My universe. In silence. She knew why I chose the path. It was simpler, yet forged in false altruism.
Truth is hidden…
Often in plain sight.
Yet in this sight, before us we fail to question the journey. The who, what, where and why? Who laid the path, ventured the journey, explored the unexplorable and sought the meaning?
It was Us
Before we see the end, let us journey the paths and live the beginnings. Before we see the end, let us reunite.
I wonder why when we dream, life seems so irrelevant? Why the hours of sleep feel so short… as if time matters little to the worlds we travel in the night.
I wonder why when we breathe, the air flows through our bodies as if there is no reason… simply will… as if the body is animated by its own design.
I wonder why when we feel, I mean deeply connect to raw emotions, there is that physical reality to the minds power…
the breaking of the heart from sorrow and loss
the butterflies in your stomach when you are nervous, or in love
the laughter which flows so heavily when you are happy
the tear which release when the mind knows not what to do with the flows of emotion, be it happiness or sadness…
I wonder why when we think… delve deep into the abyss we call Mind… do these things make sense. The answers and reasons we resolve delicately explain that which is unexplainable to each individual reality…
we think there for we are
All alone, yet connected by the similarities of Life… semblance to Mind… oneness to Soul…
I wonder why I wonder. Yet I am happy that I do… for so many take not the time to care, learn, think… perhaps it is the wondering we find the wonder
Why must these words continue to come? I read them, write them, feel them… yet I am far from them.
Why must then they torment me? For so long they gave me shelter, for so long they gave me light. Why then do I forsake them as my plight?
I feel them shudder as they course through my veins, pulsing with the crimson tides that remain blue beneath the surface.
I taste them as they form on my tongue. some bitter, some sweet, some salty with the tears I can not shed, for they too have forsaken me.
I hear them crying from within, laughing from the heavens, whispering from the winds…
I see them as they merge with images, form as a painting of colors only to be melted away from the ridicule I cast myself…
I know them as I know myself… more so… I know them for their truths and they show me mine… I can not deny my words, yet they deny me… why must then do they continue to come?
I know. I am a failure to my dreams.
I know. I am a failure to my visions, to my words.
I know. I am a failure to myself
My words, they hold so many dreams, so many wishes, so many lives, why then can they not hold mine. It pains me to leave them. I know I can not. I only wish them hear me, once.
Understand me, as I understand you. Make light your dreams, your visions, your way. Help me form my way, as I form yours.
the clatter rings obsolete against the chaos blowing in the wind, only the throb of souls remain… what of the noise? what of the message? what of the purpose of this ribbon of knowledge which weaves its trail… gentle yet strong as are the waves and water of the endless sea…
Looking left and right with eyes shut and ears covered, she cries,”it rings so loud! it is deafening! I can not make sense of this tumultuous vision… vivid and thundering…”
She implored the storm which now surrounded her, “I wish this to stop, please let me hear!”
then there was silence
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