I Had A Dream

September 19, 2009 ~

I unwrap my straining arms from around my legs. I detach my chin from my chest and pull my head up out from between my knees. I close my eyes and let the wind of the air dry my tears. The paths that my tears have created are forever the the canyons of my pain. My heart may be shattered, but I lock the doors to the scene of crime. The bloody mess is left to dry. Though the layers are thick and many, the stiches of time are left to mend the wreckage. I stand on my wobbling newborn's knees. For so long my body has conformed to the hazy confusion of a whirlwind. Now that my feet stand solid, my body is perplexed. So is my soul. Still and quiet are the many sounds of existence. Slowly, a new shade of a brighter color lines the details of life. With every step I take into the colors, my soul feels a crisp sensation that can only be described as an early morning before the dawn of a new day. Although I don't know what the rest of my existence entails, I can't help but yearn for the change that needs to ensue. What lies beneath the time and lock is a pain that will inevitably be revisited by a strong percussion of waves. So longs my soul for the all too familiar state of a throbbing ache. Walk I must, for the instinct of survival is the ultimate successor. "I'm ready now. To fly from the highest swing.(P.A.)"