astral

golden

The sun shone behind the thick cover of trees. Golden light streamed through my window. It was hooded with light clouds, cotton balls soaked in the pastel paints of spring. The green scenery contrasted the brilliant sky. Tops of trees were dappled with dusk's gleaming splendor.

Soon enough, the sun hid behind the trees entirely. Only the clouds were left, streamed with warm colors. Orange, gold, creamy white. A boy passed by, biking swiftly. The pool's water rippled, the reflection of the sky shifting. The breeze swished past, swaying the trees. I took a deep breath. The fresh air had a way of cooling my nerves.

When I closed my eyes, the colors didn't fade. The image was imprinted on the black of my eyelids. I focused on my breathing. In...out. Slowly, my senses became unfocused. My ears heard no sound, my eyes saw no light, my fingers didn't feel the grass. My mind became my sixth sense. It flourished, seizing control of my body.

When I opened my eyes, I was blinded by the array of colors. The realms merging, scattering. My temple seared with pain. I yelped. It subsided quickly.

Focus...on the Astral Realm.

I knit my fingers together, then shut my eyes again.

I see it...so close...

Finally I broke through the barrier, seizing the imaginative world. I was no longer living, nor dead.

I was astral.

With the stars.

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Sometimes I think the god's blessing was a curse. My powers limit me from feeling fulfilled on Earth. No matter where I go, what I do, my mind longs for more. My heart aches for emotions. Real ones. Anything feels better than feeling nothing at all.

Even if that means negative feelings. Ones that can harm me. I'd risk it all just to live before I die without fulfillment.

Funny how screwed mentality is, huh.

Once again I want to say all my works are just expression. No hurt is intended. If the last poem I wrote seemed a little intense...well that's how it is. I'm in a state right now where publishing what I feel helps me. Intense or lighthearted, whatever it is, I take responsibility and ownership of it.

Don't be offended. I love you all.