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Daydreaming of Life Changing Skies

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A Patriotic Show of Violence and Upset at the Coming Storm

There’s over two hours left in my work day.
Yet, as fascinating as moving contact information from one site to another is, I keep distracting myself.
If I lean my head six inches to the left, I can see past my half-cubicle wall and through an office, into a window that takes up 2/3 of the whole wall.
The skies are a mottled gray, taunting fresh rain to parched tongues and tires
But no one lets themselves hope for more than a few minutes
So they continue on, through the dirty random gusts of wind
Through the window, the American flag and Texas flag wave violently by the bursts of air flowing fiercely, side by side but brutally attacking each other, controlled by other elements.

Although there’s not much to see beyond rippling cloths of red, white and blue, I’m seeing so much.

Daydream of the Unreal

Quietly slipping into a daydream, hidden in my little corner,
Wondering what is happening right this second
That I’m missing because of these silly phone numbers?
What event is taking place, somewhere else, that I could be at?
Don’t you ever wonder what you’re missing out on?

I will see it all one day. After the finances become sturdy enough to rely on for years of adventure.
Until then, simple weekend getaways will have to suffice.
But just wonder, something could happen right. this. second. and you’re missing it
It could be life-changing, eye-opening, the moment of truth, the event to help you see yourself,
The adventure to help you grow into you, the split-second where you face death and win.

And snap, my focus breaks.
Back to the phone numbers, names from clients years ago, gathering cobwebs inside the web of worldy wideness.

Side glances from time to time keep me going, each glimpse of the window a new bright dream to turn over in my head.

Pondering on a Stone Jetty

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The violins flow through my headphones and decide to portray the soundtrack in that exact moment. With a quiet smile, I turn my cold cheeks into the salty wind and relish in the feeling. As I watch, waves crest into the moonlight and slowly, they begin to rise and fall with the rhythm inside my head. A giant spray of ocean water hits the rocky jetty and kisses my face harshly, yet delicately.

Alone on a jetty, an energy drink in one hand and a congratulatory cigar in the other. It’s a moment long overdue and thus, I grin into the salty eternity. It is an ominous presence that beckons for participation and inclusion. I feel the few passerby’s staring with absurd eyebrows at the girl, inches from a pivotal point, resting calmly in the frigid air. I know I look strange but it is this, this solitude that grants me the serenity so sought after.

I know I should turn back, I know I should go home. The routine of daily life seeks to bring me back. Still, my eyes rest upon the dancing waves, enchanted in their power and beauty. These waves could kill you or take you back to shore. Murderers and paramedics rolled into one. But to jump in would be to toss a coin and declare heads. Fifty-fifty chance my weak little body would roll up on a shore, into a world of something different. What would they do to me, I wonder? Would they notify my country or state of their discovery? If the technology is lacking, would I be given a blank tombstone? I picture complete strangers, laying flowers on my life, unlabeled and forever unclaimed.

Thinking on it, it would be an adventure. Sure, my physical self would be brushed as sea glass across a vast eternity. Yet my soul could learn to live amongst a world unknown and provide an exploration never granted to me in my own reality. Would it be a land of palm trees and coconuts? Or would it be another bustling city? Could it be a land unseen by human eyes? Or merely just another beach, twenty miles up the coast line? It’s a risk I would be unable to control, as an ocean of grace and power will have chained me until my time had come.

I ramble on to myself, alone on this jetty and eventually, the magic seems to fade. My jeans are now damp and the bitter wind seems to freeze my feet off. My cigar is finished, the drink is empty. Even my ipod has chosen to give in and die. I rise and head back to the car. But off in the distance, I imagine the violins and for one glittering second, glance back to a world of enchantment and possibilities, dulled in the crashing of waves.

Key in the ignition. Turn the heater on. Pull back on the main road. Time to go home.

Happy, Halted Machinery

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Slow-motion, I see my room turn sideways
Beds lie, held by unseen gravity, to walls
In a moment of disbelief, I wait until reality chooses to reveal itself
Lie silently, hands clasped upon my chest,
I feel as if to lie in a coffin of cotton sheets
In the dim moonlight peeking through the blinds,
I look beside me at the cold, untouched pillow
My fingers trace the folds in the sheet, reaching for a ghost

Finally, I have broken
Finally, I have felt the relief of a thousand tears
My face rests on a soaked cushion, and I cannot open my eyes
Bones weary as if running a machine
Finally, the muscles have given in
A rigid routine, destroyed from lack of attention
A glorious machine, with years of perfect operation
Grind with a great sigh to a halt well overdue

A sleep, so fleeting and hazy, returns to grace me
If only for a night
And amidst the tears and the maniacal laughter, I feel a comfort
My life may not fall directly within the lines of any definition
My choices may perplex all who inquire
But for once, I feel as a child

Free 

I feel content, happy
Tonight, I know I won’t feel the terrors that grip my subconscious so often
If only for tonight, I will dream
Of flowers and ponies, of carnivals and cotton candy
Relinquishing hold of all that I refused to acknowledge,

I can smile
There’s only one thing that could truly make this better
But that will come with time
I will wait for the blue gaze to share mine
But until then,
I will sleep soundly
If only for tonight

Churning Solitude

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“Help. I have lost myself again.” – “Breathe Me” by Sia

In the churning waters, I feel my naked body dropped
The piano surrounds me, each note heavy with implications
Through the frothing waves, I push off from the bottom
Burst to the top, gasp for the ungrateful life
But in the silence that follows
I can only look through the misty air
And swallow my surroundings
There is no where to go but here

Wade aimlessly through the current
My skin begins to prune
I crawl out, shivering, onto the banks
Lying in the fetal position,
My breath comes out in heavy clouds
My fingertips are pathetic raisins,
Looking fresh and unused

Where shall I go from here?
There is up the mountain or back into the water
And in gazing up the rocky, treacherous slope
My mind wimpers for my bare, soft feet
Instead, I shall put off my travels
There is no time where I wish to exist
And with a mighty heave,
I dive back into the waters
Dive back into the confusion,
Jump into a world so clear and so cloudy
The water pounds my skull
And I can only swim

Swim in a freedom dictated only by me
Swim alone in a world so open
I leap and dive and spin
Beneath the waves
You all shall leave my mind and I will swim alone