The colors shift, and I too am there. Walls are built up in tumbling waves and the sun chitters through like a transmission lost. Darkness encloses and the tumbling ends, serenity at last. A death knell for a kingdom unbuilt, serenity at last. Climbing the unseen rungs, she spirals through a sparkling haze and then she disappears. It is then that I realize, before I, too, spiral down, that she was the city and I too will be. Climbing too high; too fast…only to be pulled back down. Breathless and defeated, never to return. Or will we? I look to the chaos around me and see flickers of life; I am reminded that everything is a cycle. Just as “she” rose and fell, I wonder how many others have come before…and how many others will come after? Who will be me, and who will be her? Will our names be the same, and were they ever before? I feel that to know something, you must know it’s true name. So then I wonder, who am I? Who am I, truly? Ah, but the thought fades as I descend and the walls push in. But as I forget my pleading and reasoning, an inkling of myself returns and I say farewell to the only true names that I truly know. Farewell Sky. Farewell Light. Farewell Light. Farewell Atlantis.
May 9, 2013 | Categories: The Balance | Tags: after, atlantis, balance, betwixt, betwixt the roiling walls, life, life after social media, lifeaftersocialmedia, media, roiling, social, the, the balance, walls, walrus | Leave a comment
Under cover of darkness, veiled in the shadow and mystery of night, a dream came at once to me of a place, a person and a thing. The place I knew did not exist, and the person was a stranger wearing my skin, so I had all but dismissed them. The thing, however, intrigued me. There was an allure to it; a freedom. Imagine, a possession that could give you the freedom you so desire. Many think they are free, but truthfully they are imprisoned most of all. Many small freedoms can be given up without much notice before you will feel a great loss, and so, many will give these away. But imagine a thing that would take them all back, in but a blink of times eye. How far would you chase this thing to retrieve those lost freedoms? Would you become someone else to retrieve who you once were? Would you pursue a place that you were certain did not exist? Do you believe you could reach your destination and not lose your sanity and identity along the way? I am a rational man, but I feel that to get where I am going I must be irrational.
January 10, 2013 | Categories: Uncategorized | Tags: a dream awake, dream, dreaming, dreams, freedom, identity, life after social media, lifeaftersocialmedia, mystery, shadow, tarot, the man, the spire, the thing, the tower, walrus | Leave a comment
Very much so desolate are the walkways behind us. We make our own paths through the fields of gray; dredging as we tread through emptiness. I accept the stimulus, but refuse to allow the response. Silent white horses draw me forward through the fog of dust and I embrace the shallow breathing, as if it’s what drives me. I open my arms akimbo and feel the dust slip through my fingers and hammer my skin. I not only accept, I embrace. I allow the terrible places I enter to become home. Yet still, I feel the need to find something; something to give me reason. To be content is only part of the formula; for every man has something that beckons him. Many mistake this as dream-time, and let it slip further away. But I need to catch it. I need it feel it beneath my feet. To move me somewhere new. I need to grab hold of the waves of simulacrum, to feel myself become a part of them. To ride them to my death, and rise yet again, as the illusion breaks down. As the fourth wall crumbles at my grip, I will step through into a whole new world. A world where new words are created every time I open my eyes, just so I may describe what I see. And there, before me, crystals of ice, glowing in the empty space, indifferent to me or anything else, remind me of my place. While once I stood on pedestals, just as gods do, here I am a pawn. Sacrificial when beneficial. Still, to fall from ones pedestal is a necessity when entering this place. And still the frontier beyond me beckons, and I, the ever optimistic, heed the call.