"The coming of the storm snuck in like an army of ants. Tiny but strong in numbers, the rain fell with sudden rage. Like angry fists pounding at my flesh, the rain beat my tired, limp body as I lay helpless on this grave of dirt. Left here to rot by the monsters who stole my soul, I have no strength to move. I can feel the rain sting my flesh as it pokes at my lacerations like a curious finger probing my bloody open wounds. I don't even have the energy to scream! The sound that comes from my mouth is like that of a mouse, barely audible, especially over the storm. The deafening thunder accompanying the storm continuously rings through my head until another crash pierces through my ears and the lightning flashes bombard my vision, causing my mind to visualize monsters and demons just waiting in the shadows for the perfect chance to devour me. My conscious mind has now taken refuge somewhere inside myself and I struggle to remain alert. Maybe it would be better if I just gave in to my pain completely; to go to sleep; to not fight the storm any longer. Then I notice, the daggers of rain are no longer coming down as fiercely as they were. The rain has lessened its torment to mere thuds on my bruised body and the thunder no longer causes my mind to shrivel with fear and pain. I am also now able to move a little, and curl up in the fetal position, trying to protect myself somewhat. I lay in this position for what feels like hours, fear and pain paralyzing my desire to escape. A sound in the forest revives my consciousness, causing me to remember my fate. Fearing that my monsters may return to make sure I'm dead, I try to rise. My brittle, beaten bones fail me, and I collapse back on the ground like jell-o. This is when I see you. Out of the forest, you seem to glide towards me. Maybe it's just my faulty vision, but I swear you glow like an angel. Stillness now rushes over the storm, and as if obeying a strict command, the rain ceases to fall, the lighting is blown out, and the thunder is silenced. I no longer feel any fear or pain. It seems that with a glance, you have erased them from my senses, replacing them with hope and calm. Peace wraps around me as you lift me into your soothing arms and a serenity unlike I have ever known fills the soul I feared I had lost, as you carry me away to my eternal home."
©2009mlw
What if you lost your love and fantasies were all that remained? Just thinking about it and this appeared. I'm glad I have the real thing!
"As I lay on my back dreaming, the crisp, fresh evening air sails through the beautiful, succulent pines, swooping down to give me a gentle kiss. The coolness sends a shiver through me, but the arms of this lush greed bed I lay upon fold around me, keeping me warm as the setting sun paints the horizon with shades of orange, pink, and red. I feel like a tiny ant, looking up at the clear sky above these towering trees. It reminds me of how big the world really is and how insignificant one person can feel. It is at these times when I feel closest to you, without even saying a word. In these moments of bliss, I can feel the rush of my blood surge through my body as my heart floods over with joy. A river of sweet delight running from me to you and you to me, drowns us in ecstasy. This is when I turn my head and see you there…perfect with your chestnut hair tousled by the wind and your hypnotizing green eyes that peer straight into my heart…only… you're not really there, are you? You're my very own creation, thought up by my under-stimulated imagination; the perfect distraction for my lost, unknown existence. But even though I know you exist only in my head, at times, I swear I can feel the comfort of your soft, gentle touch and feel your warm breath on my face as you whisper those words I soooo long to hear. Sometimes, the feelings are so overwhelming that it's hard to keep my fantasy separate from reality. Sometimes, when the breeze is just right, I swear I can smell you…that intoxicating, musky scent that turns my legs to Jell-O, melting me into your arms. It is only here, amongst these woodland pines and the soothing sounds of nature that I feel at home, for this is the only place I feel your presence…the only place still untouched by the "real" world; a place where fantasies are encouraged, in order to drown out the sadness and destruction in this self-destructive world. To me, this is the "real" world, for this is where I feel whole, not down in the midst of overrunning streets and gluttonous clouds of pollution where someone would just as soon run you over you than to help you up. Yes, this is the "real" world, up here, high above all the ruins, where fairies still grant wishes and unicorns still drink from the streams…up here, where I can still feel your ambiance, where our passions converged many years earlier and where they remain alive today. How I dread each time I have to leave you and return to that cursed place below, but I will return. I promise you that! I will return soon to daydream and wish you into existence."
mlw 11/28/09
©2009mlw
