Essence #134

He’s a dreamer, lost in vivid possibilities,
as he magically invokes images
from the thoughts swirling,
spinning around in his head,
often losing sight of where reality ends
and the dream begins.
Then, he remembers…he’s only human,
and magic isn’t real.
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© AC Elliott, 18-Jul-18

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Essence #133

A loud “boom” sounds off loudly, unexpectedly, rousing him from his slumber and shaking his nerves. His breath is caught within his throat, chest tight with unhealthy anticipation, muscles tense and at the ready, fingers itching to reach for a means of protection. Then, he realizes, it is nothing more than fireworks, bright flashes of light leftover from the recent holiday. Mentally he’s aware of that very fact. Emotionally he is not, and it leaves him weakened, open for other things to slip in…or pull him in…as the darkness grabs hold and yanks him deep into his own mind.

He finds himself lost within his own mind, travelling the foggy corridors with no way out, except to move forward through the maze. Each footstep takes him deeper, into the twists and turns of his mind, as the darkness sets in around him, leaving him feeling trapped and caught in a web of introspection.

His own worst enemy…is himself, and he knows it. At times, his passion burns like the heat of the midday sun, eradicating all sense of caution and control. His feelings run deep, too deep at times. He’s a dreamer, that refuses to believe dreams can’t come true. He tries to make the impossible, possible, and has yet to learn…not all things are possible. He hasn’t learned to bite his tongue, instead, speaking when he feels it was what someone has to hear. He’s a fixer with the heart of a lion, that keeps people close, but never all the way inside.

As the web of introspection tightens around him, he realizes somehow, someone has breached his walls. He wonders how, and he wonders why. And, so, he struggles, caught in that web, and fights the urge to retreat further into the darkness… not wanting to add yet another brick to the walls surrounding him…

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He retreats inside
tangled in webs of darkness
searching for a light

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© AC Elliott, 16-Jul-18

Written as a Haibun, or at least an attempt at completing one. Those always seem to escape my grasp at times.