I am so tired. My body hurts. My head hurts. Everything hurts. I have yet to go to bed before 1am for the past 3 or 4 days. I can't remember exactly how long it's been. I'm starting to have changes in my mind on things. I don't know what to do about that. I should sleep. I need to sleep. However, sleep is not an option when there is a load of homework and various other tasks piling at your door. And then you add the social aspect. Keeping up in the community I have been, by the Grace of God, able to be a part of also takes time commitment. And the semester is so close to over I don't want to miss out on anything. I want to make the most of my short time left here. The absolute most.
But my mind is beginning to wander and I sense my heart to be traveling with it.
It dances along the path of confused adoration and miscommunication and into the meadows of imagination. It dreams up clouded ideas and send them into the galaxies above only to be swept away into turbulent currents of hope and possibility.
Somehow the ideas dreamt in such a meadow has escaped the comets of reason whom are the only ones capable of bringing the thing back down to the plains of reality. Impossibility is challenging the game with her sly rhythmic words and manipulative skills of painting such desirable images.
The kardá stands in the center of it all. Surrounded by galaxies and constellations and heavens in all directions. Wishful world's taunt the fragile thing, tangling stringless stars hung only to tempt sweet golden sunlit eyes. Laughter beams from the core and springs feet into rambunctious action.
All may be well in the world of imagination but curse the day she ever dare meet the stark and vicious reality whose claws tear deep. Wishes torn into nothingness simply by the chance of reality's deadly kiss. Can we not live forever in this dream world?
I pray thee, tell me I can stay here in my land of exhaustion induced play...
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