The illusionist

Above the ground

Promptly, I can be a foolish man now and then, mostly in the matters concerning adoration for others, who isn’t? But never, will my self esteem allow me to be committed to anyone who is not committed to me, nor will I subject myself to needless abuse, unless, the abuse I am willingly tolerate can find an end with time, at any time I begin, also, feeling the challenge is with a reward that heals the cuts and bruises towards it.....

 

The illusionist

Despite recent events, today, yesterday and a few more of weeks past, my dream weighed heavy inside, and then, it snapped, the string that swayed my silo like a pendulum within, that inconsequential snap, the heavy was gone, no more tug, pull, jerk, it dropped deep in the water.

What a liberation I felt, things were so much better right after that snap, with barely an effort on my part and for it to happen, to be awoken from that beautiful dream, pale like the snow; cold. Color, red, makes me warm, lips, that dream, it was war dancing a snowstorm inside my poor little foolish heart, I have a heart? I feel, at-least, man…-

- ... that dream I had, still, I know myself, that’s not going to happen; to stop dreaming. Fiona said, you move like honey in my dreams last night, heavy with mood. For days, all I wanted to do was be with my illusion. Carving my deepest cravings out of others as the cast, away, that might be the easy part, so many beautiful girls ignite this blaze, still, then the dreaming happens, in my wake, in front of your very eyes my friend, you laugh, you drink, you snap, the wake.

I still wish it though, that dream, the dream is good. I’ll always look intently into my dream; it will always be there, in different places, now, with different faces.

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.. But, lost happens, in an ever-changing maze, I’ll raise my standards, rise above the maze, and see the end from above the ground.