Seeking Solace , Useless Thing, It it be to Dream The last three days of one month of 100 words a day.

 I am not sure if I will continue doing this or if I will write once a week. I love/hated the challenge of it. I am thinking that perhaps I will go back and revisit some of my little worlds and flesh them out and see what they become.  I think that doing this exercise has helped with some of the cognitive issues I have (joys of brain damage ). I feel as though it has made me a little braver with sharing some of the crazy and not so crazy things that swim around in my head. Most times I think it is an okay place to be. The waters run deep with many islands I have yet to explore. Thank you for traveling with me on this adventure and perhaps we will see each other again in a dream of a forgotten memory. 

01/29 

Seeking solace in the dreamer’s dream. Misty eyed and forgotten. Losing the focal point. Using time as a warning sign. Muted in darkness caught in a downward spiral. Emptiness looking for a way out overflows into the void. Trapped in the forever of the dreamer’s dream. In a mirror a reflection of perfection a pretense of light, a fabrication of truth. The echoes of innocents that struggle to be human in the nothingness of nowhere. Picking up the shattered pieces of lessons learned. The future is fractured, challenged to love the broken and forgotten. Overcome with exhaustion...extinction.

01/30 

Useless thing they said. But I knew better then they. Useless thing how can that be? It called to me from beneath the darkness in which it lay. Useless thing that wept with joy when I brought it forth into the light. Useless thing that warmed itself as I placed it where it should have been “Look.” I said. They turned and walked away saying, “Useless thing. Put it back from whence it came. “ I cried out for them to stop. If only they could see that I would gladly trade their useless thing for the one inside of me.

01/31 

If it be to dream by day than at least let the disrupted rest of those that come by night cease to live by light. Where nightly dreams become daytime trances of silent screams and midnight dances. Lovers are lost in eternal embraces looking with blind eyed glances. The sun fades from red to grey to black. A broken moon unveiled from ethereal storms. A memory of the future a sigh a gasp. A vow is broken before it is spoken. Furrowed wings unable to take flight. A misplaced hope of undisrupted rest trapped by the living dreaming by night.