Thursday, July 29, 2010

A Thought of A Dream and Pools In Those Eyes

Sometimes I have these dreams that I'm someone else. I have someone else's body, someone else's face, someone else's mind, someone else's experiences and in that place, I'm magnificent. There, I am a work of art, never to be tampered with by the wind and the rain. Never to be torn and tortured, just a strong, independent soul that has nothing missing, nothing taken from it, and nothing ever shall. There's a world where that's all true, floating in the eyes of a second of adoration and when that was found, I wanted to hide there forever. When I see the eyes that are now closed, of the one laying next to me in this room that's been cold for years, I see this thing that dreams of more but has been forced to settle for less. It's not fate, but belonging in those pools that carry so many captured youths as myself, drawn to a mere flame that would serve as the beauty of their imminate death. Exhausted and tired from fighting the heat, at some point, I too must succumb. On that day I shall but pray that the beauty I saw was true, that the place I resided for but a moment, was real. Even you, couldn't take that truth from me. But it is in this cave that I am me, nothing more and nothing less. A twisted swan song for a once hopeful soul dies soft and sweet until blood runs cold.