I walked in the in between. ( Week Four )

01/22 

I should have gotten up at three am and wrote what I wanted to write then. The words that I had eloquently written in my head. They are gone like yesterday and will not be back tomorrow. If only I had cast out a life preserver called memory. I could have saved them from drowning in the sea of my thoughts. I am sure that what I would have written would have been wise and philosophical. I am stuck with writing about what could have been what should have been my defining moment in my 100 words of literary art.

01/23 

I’m tired of the name calling on both sides. We “teach” our children that name calling and labeling is wrong. Yet it seems that it is everywhere, adults are acting like children. Children name call and label because they do not have the maturity and self-control. It's disheartening to see adults behaving this way. How can anyone possibly think that they are not causing harm to children when they are constantly saying hateful things to and about one another. Name calling hate, mongering anything that is harmful to another human being is OFF LIMITS. Verbal abuse is ABUSE

01/24 

There are many days that I feel as though I am parked diagonally in a parallel universe. Wondering what it is that I am running from or running toward. And Why? Perhaps I am only sleeping and dreaming of all the thoughts I could not think of during the day. I am a lunatic trapped in a sane mind with boundaries of what is right and what is wrong. Speaking blindness. Hearing sight. Touching smell. Music playing words that only my soul can keep. Sleeping. Dreaming. Thinking random thoughts. Talking to the lunatic that is diagonally parked inside my head.

01/25  

I walked in the in between. Discovering where the lost things are. I found the ship who sang, buried in Babylon’s ashes. A memory of shifting reality of a dark stranger standing at an abandoned gate. The air is Bitterwood and whispers of autumn. There are fractured worlds here. An immortal that was and is no more. A way station to time that was wasted but not forgotten. The in between wants you to believe that it is the end of all things. How wrong it is. Once you have found what is lost you can take it back again.

01/26 

Hello, my name is ɥɐǝl I wear my name upside down so that I can remember who I am in a world that is upside down but believes its right side up. Shadows of their inner selves projected in darkness. Right and wrong supercilious ideas that are judge, jury and executioner. People are things and things are people. Values, honesty and trust no longer have a place. I wear my name upside down to remind me I can aspire to the right side up. I will not get lost in the shadows as I continue to walk toward the light.

01/27 

We the people sleepwalking gathering together, standing on the shore, waking to a cybernetic dream. Controlled by the governing systems we set up to be controlled by us. Time passes. Becoming more automation then human. The tide flows a little high, ebbs a little low. The system of control. Who is human and who is the machine? Time passes, loops again upon itself. Nothing left but artificial selves. Slaves to the cybernetic dream. Anchored to the shore, drowning in the sands. Watching, waiting for the tidal wave to wash away the dream into reality. Time to wake up and swim.

01/28 

Sometimes I feel as though I am an Outsider to myself. Drifting in a sea of shadows to the melody of an infinite concerto. My life is indifferent to the stars above. In the unquiet of my mind restless shadows reign. Holding me hostage to yesterday’s pain. A requiem for freedom for dreaming. They dance ever closer and then retreat from my reaching hand . I hear the shadows whispers “Come join us.” The song becomes a scream and the dance abruptly ends. I have reached the shadows edge. It calls” Come join us. There is no pain in here.”