The air is dry and the awkward feeling of unfamiliar stares is filling up the air, that same air that I'm breathing. I walk on a narrow corridor, but no matter how simple the task is, it feels like a maze.
A lonely drop makes it's way through my neck into my back and I can tell my hands are shaking. Clad in my best pretend smile, I walk confidently, but I can't avoid staring at the floor every second, when it happened. You looked up, and then down.
That was it. My mind rushed, my smile faded, my hands stopped shaking, and I was just... hypnotized, I was diving, I was flying, I was breathing, I was choking. I've heard of you before, your name is familiar but the moment I looked into your eyes, all my world came crashing down like a wave inside a cave. I thought I could handle it, until I heard your music, because I've always found you fascinating, but it was your sound what captivated me.
All I want now is to keep this, but the hardest part is, we walk the same road, we have the same beat, I need to act oblivious, I pretend I don't see you, I have to keep from burning too brightly, or else, I'll scare you. Step by step, it is gradual, I make it seem casual, like a growing tide, I get closer a little at a time and pull back when you're near. We are dancing on thin ice, my face is not giving me away, a wild fire is growing, and you are oxygen, you are a storm, you can't be contained.
The world desires you, but you always prevail untainted, unscathed, like a bird in the wind, like a dreamer in a nightmare, you are lightning without thunder, you silent grace will ensnare the strongest heart and enslave the coldest mind. You are my muse.
jueves, 24 de mayo de 2012
Awake
It's spinning slowly, I wonder if that's the actual speed or just time running slowly. There is sweat in my chest, and the faint glow of red neon on the wall takes me to a sixties detective novel.
Asleep, next to me, lies a woman I've never met before. Her face is shrouded in mist with silver linen covering her mesmerizing body. The fragrance covering the room reminds me of a long lost sense of innocence, and her steady breathing is more soothing than a lullaby. Everything is in place, everything is how I wanted it to be. Yet, I might as well be falling in a bottomless pit. It feels the same.
The muse of my dreams no longer sings to me, and her usually gentle caress feels now like a condescending touch. I've lost the spark of fantasy and replaced it with stone cold reality. The more I long her presence, the further away it is.
What good is finding the road when all you enjoy is mud between your toes? What good is choosing a path, when the beauty of life lies in the possibilities? What worth is there in settling down, when losing yourself while soaring is so addictive?
Asleep, next to me, lies a woman I've never met before. Her face is shrouded in mist with silver linen covering her mesmerizing body. The fragrance covering the room reminds me of a long lost sense of innocence, and her steady breathing is more soothing than a lullaby. Everything is in place, everything is how I wanted it to be. Yet, I might as well be falling in a bottomless pit. It feels the same.
The muse of my dreams no longer sings to me, and her usually gentle caress feels now like a condescending touch. I've lost the spark of fantasy and replaced it with stone cold reality. The more I long her presence, the further away it is.
What good is finding the road when all you enjoy is mud between your toes? What good is choosing a path, when the beauty of life lies in the possibilities? What worth is there in settling down, when losing yourself while soaring is so addictive?
sábado, 11 de febrero de 2012
The Runner
In my dreams, a man falls asleep, tired and beat up. His wounds masked by a grin and a red smile. There is a thirst for oxygen in his lungs, and enough resolve to conquer the world.
A man is running in my dreams, waiting for something to happen, waiting for life to begin. The pace quickens. His feet are sore but his eyes burn with wild fire. There is no warning, no time. Death lies before him dressed as an ancient battlefield. There is no thinking, only burning eyes, a thirst for oxygen, and the will to live, then, nothing.
A man is running in my dreams, the fire is one with him, oxygen fuels him. The pace quickens. Death smiles, wearing a cloak of shadow and moonlight. The task at hand begs for a chance, but luck lies elsewhere. The urge to run emerges, the scent of blood thickens.
A man is running in my dreams, facing a reality best ignored. The pace quickens. The fire has consumed his mind, his heart pushes forward. Death awaits with arms wide open, sitting in a throne of broken bones and shattered dreams. His fate brought him here, his fate doomed him here. Heavy steps, hard breathing, blood flows without a hindrance, yet, he is alive, more so than ever, he smiles.
In my dreams, a man falls asleep, tired and beat up. His wounds masked by a grin and a red smile. There is a thirst for oxygen in his lungs, and enough resolve to conquer the world.
A man is running in my dreams, waiting for something to happen, waiting for life to begin. The pace quickens. His feet are sore but his eyes burn with wild fire. There is no warning, no time. Death lies before him dressed as an ancient battlefield. There is no thinking, only burning eyes, a thirst for oxygen, and the will to live, then, nothing.
A man is running in my dreams, the fire is one with him, oxygen fuels him. The pace quickens. Death smiles, wearing a cloak of shadow and moonlight. The task at hand begs for a chance, but luck lies elsewhere. The urge to run emerges, the scent of blood thickens.
A man is running in my dreams, facing a reality best ignored. The pace quickens. The fire has consumed his mind, his heart pushes forward. Death awaits with arms wide open, sitting in a throne of broken bones and shattered dreams. His fate brought him here, his fate doomed him here. Heavy steps, hard breathing, blood flows without a hindrance, yet, he is alive, more so than ever, he smiles.
In my dreams, a man falls asleep, tired and beat up. His wounds masked by a grin and a red smile. There is a thirst for oxygen in his lungs, and enough resolve to conquer the world.
martes, 10 de enero de 2012
The Ladder
Last night I had a dream. I remember darkness, and the sense you can only get by closing your eyes underwater, not being able to breathe, with no sounds around you. Then a ladder dropped in front of me, all of a sudden there are 3 ladders right next to me, hanging so close, I can see them even in the darkness. With no other actions to take, I grab hold of the closest one and begin to climb.
After climbing for a while, I notice there are thorns on the rest of the way. However, since I already started, I decide to endure and keep going up, to what I believe, is a way out of the darkness. Pain becomes more difficult to handle as the thorns keep getting larger and now it becomes almost impossible to avoid the sharp barbs from piercing my skin. I want to scream my lungs out in pain but I still can't breathe.
When I am convinced this is the most difficult climb I've had, the ladder becomes slippery as well, I can't help but laugh inside at how unfortunate the joke I call my life, has become. After tumbling down several times clutching harder and harder, at the cost of gashing wounds all over my body, I realize I might die before I leave darkness. Now desperate to find oxygen, just so I can scream, I keep climbing. I cry.
Nothing would please me more than saying how I escaped darkness in the end, of how much relief I got after a mouthful of air. However, dreams, just like real life, have things outside our control. I feel I am reaching my limit, my vision clouded by the pain and the pathetic sight of myself, when all of a sudden, I see light. My eyes were used to the darkness, so it's hard to make out what it is. I just feel warm.
My eyes can see it clearly now, it's not the light at the end of hardship, it's not a ray of hope shining through. The ladder caught on fire, I am holding on to it, therefore, I catch on fire. I am screaming now, however, no sounds come out, nothing prepared me for this, something inside me breaks, it's so real I can almost hear it with waking ears. I let go of the ladder, I find darkness. I embrace it. I wake up.
After climbing for a while, I notice there are thorns on the rest of the way. However, since I already started, I decide to endure and keep going up, to what I believe, is a way out of the darkness. Pain becomes more difficult to handle as the thorns keep getting larger and now it becomes almost impossible to avoid the sharp barbs from piercing my skin. I want to scream my lungs out in pain but I still can't breathe.
When I am convinced this is the most difficult climb I've had, the ladder becomes slippery as well, I can't help but laugh inside at how unfortunate the joke I call my life, has become. After tumbling down several times clutching harder and harder, at the cost of gashing wounds all over my body, I realize I might die before I leave darkness. Now desperate to find oxygen, just so I can scream, I keep climbing. I cry.
Nothing would please me more than saying how I escaped darkness in the end, of how much relief I got after a mouthful of air. However, dreams, just like real life, have things outside our control. I feel I am reaching my limit, my vision clouded by the pain and the pathetic sight of myself, when all of a sudden, I see light. My eyes were used to the darkness, so it's hard to make out what it is. I just feel warm.
My eyes can see it clearly now, it's not the light at the end of hardship, it's not a ray of hope shining through. The ladder caught on fire, I am holding on to it, therefore, I catch on fire. I am screaming now, however, no sounds come out, nothing prepared me for this, something inside me breaks, it's so real I can almost hear it with waking ears. I let go of the ladder, I find darkness. I embrace it. I wake up.
The Jar
I can see a glass jar with the label "FAILURE" on it. Inside this jar, there is what seems like a tiny storm, and a tiny ocean raging with anger. Anger like that of a man who just lost everything in front of his eyes. After closer inspection I see the lid has never been opened, and shakes unsteadily. At the bottom, a little crack on the glass warns me that the jar won't hold out much longer. It will break... soon...
I look at the other side of the room, on a chair, sits a man that seems familiar, but his gaze is fixed on the jar. My eyes return inexplicably to the jar, and now the shaking is stronger. Is the storm because of this man? Who is he? What's his name? His face is even more familiar, but I still can't figure out why. He wears Grey and Orange, and now I can even hear the storm inside the jar. The man looks disappointed.
Drops of water from a leak now add to the, already forming, puddle in the table. The faint smell of salt water fills the room and there is a slight curving on the man's lips, which I interpret as a feint smile. The word on the jar shines bright red, as if, trying to tame the bellowing inside. Just as the jar is about to break free, two more men hold it closed, and place a new tag. This one says "ALONE". I know them.
I look at the other side of the room, on a chair, sits a man that seems familiar, but his gaze is fixed on the jar. My eyes return inexplicably to the jar, and now the shaking is stronger. Is the storm because of this man? Who is he? What's his name? His face is even more familiar, but I still can't figure out why. He wears Grey and Orange, and now I can even hear the storm inside the jar. The man looks disappointed.
Drops of water from a leak now add to the, already forming, puddle in the table. The faint smell of salt water fills the room and there is a slight curving on the man's lips, which I interpret as a feint smile. The word on the jar shines bright red, as if, trying to tame the bellowing inside. Just as the jar is about to break free, two more men hold it closed, and place a new tag. This one says "ALONE". I know them.
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