This empty canvas
This tray full of paint
Every color known to mankind
Still nothing
Not an idea
Nor a story to conceal
As I am pondering on the most creative inkling
A loud, boisterious sound hampers my progress
I Whirled around and saw there was nothing in my
Perspective that exists to make this sound
So I continued, Then again I hear the same sound
This time louder and louder bouncing threw my ear drums
The sound had stolen my attention, I twisted around again
This time I see an odd speck of light creeping threw my door way
Being as I am a curious human being
I open the door wider to find the source of this tedious noise
Suddenly I was blinded by this bright, luminous light
After Regaining my sense of sight
I became overwhelmed with zeal
All I could see was a bright, bucolic picturesque
So new and volminous, it in some sense scared me
Where was I?
Where had I gone?
What was the sound?
How did I get here?
Now overwhelmed with fear
I spinned around to run back into my old, rustic cache
It was gone
No more did it exist
Now my heart was racing
And this beautiful picturesque had become dark and lugubrious
I was frightned by this whole experience but for some reason something beckoned me
Maybe the aroma of jasmine and cinnamon or the sudden change from
Darkness to blue birds caroling threw the sky.
As the birds caroled
Warm water splashed gently over my feet
Frightening me
The beauty of the tangy orange sunset fading into the distance
They landscape so euphoric
It’s simply unfathomable
The air so thick and humid
The laughter echoing into silent silhouettes
Confusion filled my mind
My doubts and restless thoughts consuming me
How could this be possible such beauty, such essence?
The questions which I would always have the answers for know
Struck me with misunderstanding
Leaving me helpless and ignorant
Tears fill my eyes I fill like a helpless child who is lost
How could I enjoy this infinite beauty?
The sunset sets and I’m wondering around like a lost puppy
Breathing heavily my mouth closed only releasing little pieces of air that sounds like
Soft whimpers
the sun ceased finally
and the moon ascending
every star aligned perfectly in the night sky
i slop to my knees
then landing on my butt
my body falling aimlessly as if i were made of paper
or if i were full of nothing
as i lay on the dirt
my body giving out
my pulse resting
my mind wondering
i can hardly keeep my eyes open
my eyes slamming shut
suddenly my eyes are ripped back open
but know i was encountering a different demon
i was awaken
the extreme cold
frost had built up on my clothes
bumps filling my skin
the scenery had changed once again
the sky icy and mysterious
but this was different
the sky begin to play a scene
every memeory every thought
playing across the sky like a movie
the memories and thoughts seemed much familiar
i was startled by this scene
it was me
my life my thoughts my life
i know now what has happened
i been imprisoned in my own mind
my thoughts changing like the seasons
