somehow i know that while my dreaming mind sleeps; while the flesh closes in around my eyes, and i leave earth, my undiscovered future is threaded into my present by means of which there are no words. it whispers into my sleepy ears, "fear not, for this season will soon end and you will be led into a far better one." and after the cold solstice has washed over me, upon my return to earth, when the flesh rolls back from around my cobwebbed eyes, then will i pull at these threads with a strength you cannot possibly imagine. i will awake and in the blackness and in the quiet i will struggle to uncover the brilliance of each thread until the dawn spreads over my bed and i must face the day. though, the more i uncover the mastery of each thread, the more i realize that there is no real promise that they will wrap themselves around me and carry me from season to season. i cannot guarantee that they will lead me through the most grey of winters and through summer days when the sun rises high and blackens the very land we dream upon. i cannot assure you that when i return to earth and the cobwebbs are cleared, that i will be able to move forward without any obstacles. though for all its worth, it is my deepest hope that you will someday find me tangled in these threads, as i am carried off into the morning with a smile on my face, and all they call "sane" left far behind.
posted by drew carlascio
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whenever you write it makes me want to right. so cheers to you.
that short was about the rapture, right?
wow...maybe i should really take my time when i try to write something. especially if i want it to be funny.
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