“Don’t look for me, because you won’t find me.” Dylan almost wanted to put the letter down, and call the police, but then, he stopped to read on. “Thanks for all the support! You are the colonnade that enveloped my existence, helped me stay afloat, but also separated me from the skies I dream of … Continue reading A sky to fly
minutiae of your presence in my space grow every minute threatening to explode I can’t take it any more…. the new moon will grow in size but tonight it marks the prelude of a separation in its pregnant darkness Tuesday Writing Prompt Challenge
A Patchwork Soul ….. by Michael
There was little point he told himself in pretending otherwise.
He was, who he was, and all the denial in the world was never going to change that.
Accepting himself was his biggest life task. He wanted to be someone, then again who doesn’t? Wanted to stand out, play test cricket, write the ultimate novel, be a leader of men and women, love and grow through the experiences he came face to face with.
It was easy to dream, his whole life in many ways was lived in a fantasy world, where he imagined he was one thing or another. He became a life actor turning his hand to whatever circumstance he felt were needed to advance himself, he learned to play the game, he went places, and he did get noticed.
But all the while he craved to find out who he really was. Success was fleeting, he found…
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It feels like an eerie shot from a paranormal movie. I stand back, and watch myself. I see myself working in the much-desired state of Flow. The theme occurred to me in a split second, and then, a force took over. I do not know what is driving me, but I keep clicking the mouse, … Continue reading Self Control
Writing takes me to nooks and corners I’ve never been before, and yet, I am unable to escape myself. The characters I paint are as I see them. I wonder if I will be forgiven to change their reality to suit me perspective. Cutting it short, here’s the prompt for this week. FOR THE NEW … Continue reading Reena’s Exploration Challenge #70
framed thoughts in doorways apparent signals to move hold me back, then walk ahead of perceived pathways my shape silhouetted against pale reflections of the buzz inside my head smashing boundaries of self to reshape, redefine fading outlines to rewrite untold stories from the vaults of history never read, never lived.... Thursday Photo Prompt