Realms of Imagination

Written: February 18, 2011

Drifting away into the blackness, resting his head upon his bed. Slipping away into imagination, putting punctuation to finalize the previous day. The time between this day and the next has the ability to be and endless speculation, molded into whatever form he wishes. Sometimes it slips his grasp, and spirals into a dark nightmare, but only at the will of his own inability to hold on to reality.

Floating down.. a sensation better than falling, he ascends into another world. His failure to be flexible in his life is reflected in this kingdom. His constant boredom of what is real allows him to alter his dream into any world he desires. Without consequence, he starts seeing landscapes formed, and freedoms fulfilled.. His night has started, the end no where insight.

Along the shores, he gazes out along the deep blue water. The horizon provides a sense of limitless potential, as a soft breeze grazes the smallest hairs along his skin. Taking his first step he feels the earth under his feet move with him, providing no resistance, allowing him to essentially glide without any effort. He notices along the surface of the water a dim white flame grazes the surface. Picking it up in his hand he feels warmth, but no pain. Letting it go like releasing a butterfly, the flame drifts off, finding it's way back to the surface of the  endless water.

He keeps walking, as a path makes itself apparent to him. His subconscious revealing a purpose, the grass, trees, and hills part for him. Unknown plants light his way with dancing bulbs, just light enough for him to make out shapes, but not enough to see in the distance. He finally sits down and the grass surrounds him like a blanket.

Lying on his back he gazes up at the twirling stars, not motionless like the many he has seen before. He reaches up and places the tip of his finger on a star and slides it across the sky. Drawing with canvass in the sky, he drifts away.. When he opens his eyes he is blinded by the sun. Putting his finger on the beaming light, he attempts to move it out of his window. Realizing he is no longer in an alternate reality, his evening dreams, he buries his head trying to force the fall.. but no such luck. His dreams are allowed once a day, and intended to bring a breath of the unknown air in a too familiar life. He realizes he must go back to the dismal day, if he wishes to relinquesh during the night.