A Princess Dreams

A princess dreams her fantasy in a world controlled by human words and loathed by the same hands. For her, her feelings are cross, abandoned and like waves of water striking the shore. With immense tribulation so immense she cannot help but become a woman scorn blinded by love.

Complicated

If, in the future you see what appears to be harmless and intentionally showing it’s innocence, look to see what is behind it’s back. If it’s fingers are crossed, should you not give of your trust? Suspicion is always easy to have.

 

 

 “If I think about it, I cannot see it, but if I imagine it, I can feel it”. 

“Don’t make it complicated. Simple is stylish”.

“Don’t”

I decided to just sit down and write this title as, “Don’t”. I “don’t” like having ruff evenings. The emotions always seem to carryover into the next day, and quite oftentimes into the following three or four days. It’s like the saying, “three-fold”. That’s how I feel.

 

When something goes wrong, it’s always something that goes extremely wrong, and for whatever reason or reasons there are, they leave scares that just “don’t” go away. Forget healing, forget apologizing and whatever else happens, I probably “don’t” try to make up for it.

 

I feel like a wreck, and I probably look like one too. “So, what do I do”? That, I keep asking myself to the point I can’t ask it anymore. It’s like having a hangover without the alcohol. Does it have to be repaid, “three-fold”? Does life require it? Is it I, who just makes the mess and must be the one to clean it up?

 

If I try to right the wrong, I make the wrong even more wrong. In “Concentric Circles”, life overlaps one over the other. If I am not careful, I will plunge into that downward spiral that has no end.

The Poet

Mystery was in the breeze as it suddenly placed a cool chill upon the land. The surroundings were brought to a silent and motionless form while my watch stood still just for a moment in time.

 

Fog entered onto the land and its muse captured me. I felt the touch of a warm hand on my left shoulder, as I stood in the open plain. I hesitated to turn and see who was standing next to me. I thought I was alone. I peered out to the fog as it continued to build itself and come towards me. My eyes were frozen, and I could not close them, for I tried and could not.

 

I stood there quietly in the arms of nature deciding to stay the night in the lonesome country. The warmth of one’s breath crossed the back of my neck. I jumped and then turned and saw no one not even a trail behind me. Over the horizon I could see another cloud of fog coming out of the lake. The water appeared still without a wave from the passing breeze.

 

Above my head shined the stars, as they looked like they were watching my every move. I sat there patiently on the ground next to a dried shrub to cover my flesh. I pondered each thought that entered my mind. My flesh remained covered to one side, so I could look across the field.

 

In the distance, I saw a flash of lightening expose the stillness of the land underneath the fog. The shadow of a figure appeared near the lake. I yelled in fright, “Whose there!” I then sat back down to hide, for I knew not who was with me. I heard no response. Again, the lightening exposed the land. I saw no shadow.

 

I began to journey away from the fog and back to the road, where I had parked my car. It seemed the fog was following me and preventing me from seeing my way back. The fog was rising above my head. It became more and more difficult for me to see. My eyes then burned inside the haze.

 

A howl sounded in the background and caught my attention. I turned, or I thought it felt I had, but everywhere I looked seemed the same. The stars grew dim, as I gazed to the sky. Through the fog, I could see a shape of a face staring down at me.

 

It became my ambition to learn and to run at the same time. I knew not what I had entered, but I knew that I was lost. I was in a land that had it’s own guardian. A protector it seemed, and I was intruding. “No!” I cried, as the face became greatly larger. It became increasingly closer. Its beard was long, and it’s eyes were a light blue, which stayed aglow in the sky’s black night. If it were real, it would have been a picture caught in black and white.

 

I picked myself up and ran blindly in whatever direction I was running. I was able to see more clearly, as if I was reaching the outside of the fogs reach. Time resumed itself on the outer boundaries that prohibited my journey. I found a small cabin in my sights and fell at its foundation. In a shortness of breath and lack of oxygen in my lungs, I screamed for it to let me be free and leave, as I wanted. I felt I wandered to far beyond the limits of imagination.

 

The wind blew a gust that released my grip, which I used to hold onto a tree near the cabin. The fog was moving rapidly away from me, and the face in the sky howled with a moan that shrilled the air and shook me with a streak of uncertainty. Lightening struck near my side and thunder gave a crashing blow to my ears, as the sky fell completely dark and taking with it every star it possessed.

 

I covered my eyes with my forearm and ran in the direction I was facing. I refused to stop or even slow down, when I felt the face looking straight at me. The shadow on the land could not catch me, for I feared being caught by an unknown creature that haunted the night.

 

I hastened so fast, hard and far that I could no longer see the fog. I decided not to stop. Rapidly, I ran with my heart pumping so hard it felt it was about to explode. Blood started to run from my mouth. I felt winded and ready to collapse. Just then, I was lifted out of the chase. My breath suddenly went calm. Then silence was golden, as I no longer feared any creature.

 

My body weakened, and I felt I was going to faint. A dull humming sound entered my mind. I felt my body being carried into a bright room. Too frightened to move, I laid still. A voice approached me and lifted me to my feet. I was confused and uncertain of where I had been. I felt like I left my body, or perhaps it was only a dream.