The wind blows and the dust flies in the air. A desert storm is approaching, and all the animals that live in the heat disappear. It’s quite, distant, and dehydrated. The sound of thunder rumbles the air, and lightning dances in the sky preforming for a nonexistent audience. One droplet falls, hitting the dried earth and seeping threw tiny cracks. One after another, the rain begins to spread and there is no stopping it. There is nothing to get in its way; there is nothing that can battle it.
First attempt to lour the light away from the dark. All feeling, assumptions, and memories shoved in a tight box of emotion. Nothing will budge and it will all soon fall.
Is it really me? I stare at the reflection in the mirror trying to place where I have seen this face before. Maybe it’s from the old family albums, the face of a girl with no idea whats in the future, or maybe its from the painful memories that haunt my dreams, my thoughts, and my being. I stare at the reflection forgetting that it is me staring back. My features more matured than before, my hair longer, my eyes tired. I’m lost in the present trying to find the clue that will rescue me. All along it has been in front of me, in the reflection of the mirror.
The past is the sound of my feet across the ground.
The past is the past don’t look back.
I can’t help loosing touch with the present. Maybe all decisions made are meant to haunt you forever. That could be the reason why clouds seem to fog my vision, and I am left to the darkness of my thoughts. Although the present is not the past it quickly become one of the decisions that haunts me forever.
I think I was lied to. She said we would see him soon, but those words are just repeated every day. All that is seen in the door he escaped from and all that is remembered is the tears in her eyes. We were given the chance to be together, but God had other plans for us. Now I just wounder why they lie, and when I will be able to see him again.
Yesterday we were just children dreaming.
When I dream I see trees. Their trunks reach great heights, their leafs dance with the winds. The sounds of streams and roaming dear fill the air. Flowers grow together, and rabbits hide in the bushes, crinkling their noses to the smell of life.
when I dream I sit alone in the grass hoping to have an adventure, hoping for a chance to prove myself.
when i dream I dream of life.
The mother couldn’t provide. Her fight for love was lost, and the fight for understanding was abandoned. She worked, she suffered in silence, and when they slept she weeped. Her future wasn’t bright, but something was shinning in the darkness. Its light brighter then the sun. It was willing to follow her into the dark, hoping to make that dim future just a little brighter.
I would fly to the moon if I could, and live in the silence and emptiness of space. Looking down upon the earth and watching everyone change for one another, to be like one another. To see the war, to see the death, and to see the love. I would fly to the moon if I could, and live in the silence and emptiness of space. I would.