Dear Letter

Dear… I know who,

My future wouldn’t have existed without you digging through my life. You see, I’m cornered by the corners of my residency. This leaves my mind lonely at times, between the ocean blue. One, two… three four. Four walls. Two… exits. Either a leisure passage using stairs or a fatal fall from the window with the stained glass. Hm, my point is that I’m buried… because of… you. I’m what I’d like to call a “thinker.” The purpose of other souls doesn’t concern me. You see, I’m really a madman. But, I’m not mad, man. Yeah… you just couldn’t resist listening to those… those… ehh! Don’t make me angry as I write this! You really, really don’t wanna’ see me when I’m upset. Promise. Not again. Oh, I almost forgot! This future of mine, it’s very unstable. Without your guidance and valuable motivation, there will be nothing at all. The space of a hidden truth will surely be broadened. Don’t do this to me, please, not now. I cannot afford to lose you now. You’re too precious to me. I will maintain awareness, however. Thank you, but never forget.

Sincerely,

You know who…

 

Emptiness Within, Part 1

Immediately after Sky extracted her silver apartment key from the rustic lock on the aging brown door… Immediately after locking her home of reflection, the lights behind her ceased generating light in a spiraling explosion. The piercing crackle of shattering glass slapped Sky Begrenzen’s imagination unknowingly. Of course like it would anyone who was unaware. The inconvenience caused a loss of grip on the cold, colorless key. The sound of the crafted iron bounced two times as it struck the damp and poorly carpeted floor. The key was now loosing itself in a forest as it escaped Sky’s field of vision. The hallway that was accessible once before is now a potential disclosure for composure.

Much like the music flowing from the uniform bars on an grained piano, a foul smell crept upon Sky’s nose and settled unto her unnerving heart with the experience of a talented pianist.  What was going on?! What was this horrible odor?! Question, question. Was this the smell of decaying death? Or perhaps, was this what Sky imagined lifeless life to smell like? No one was there to answer the questions. Surely a crazed sense of misunderstanding won’t allow resolve. No one was there. Not one living soul was there. All that was there was the sound of a desperately pounding heart enclosed in a sealed chest. Silence offered no conclusion to the mystery of the shadowing wave of darkness. Because of the black ocean consuming her, she was now pressed against her apartment’s door, terrified, lost in her own mind, and unable to identify the horrible smell and understand the connection between the unjustified events that recently occured. The lights she so often took for granted were now resuming to oppose their intentional function. It was the strangest thing. It was sickening and made the innocent woman’s skin shift. Sky shielded her weary face with her trembling hands to mask herself away from the asphyxiating aroma. She was being choked by essence of consumed light.

 

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Peace and Love.

 

Mood Gorning

The warm light of day and life anew steadily crept past the gentle fabric of hand-woven drapes. Delicate silk sprouts of blossoming pink flowers and light green pedals occupied the transparent majesty of subtle beauty, often misinterpreted and grasped by grant. Inch by figurine inch, lucidity oozed from the deafening marble, a puncturing blush of blinding yellow that swam in an abstract yet endless lake above our heads – the sun. It poured its molten glass with gradual precision, morning to the mourning, through the articulate vines, those of which are suspended from mass-produced bends of solidified grains of Mother Earth’s contents.