Reality?
By AbdulazizUgas
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seconds... minutes... hours pass by as earth flies around the burning
star that gives us life--days passing like the pages of a book. I feel
like I've lived a hundred years, experienced a billion thoughts. Yet my
heart beats; nonstop. At times it rests and slows down to a stand still.
Confused, I put my hand on my heart to catch the missing beat. Nothing
but silence. But just as I think that: lub-dub, a pounce at my palm lets
me know I'm still alive, still a part of this world and not just lost in a dream.
Déjà vu causes me to realize that the reality is, there is no reality. I
have the pen to re-write, to draw and imagine my own reality. All of us
seeing through a different lense--Billions of writers buzzing by like
ants on this blue-green planet, locked in constant motion and vibrating
with the essence of life. But I am not stranded on this big island. No.
My mind--aware of its infinite power to create--travels many worlds and
dimensions. I day dream, or just dream ( I don't know the difference
anymore) anything and everything that that makes me move. Emotions
(energy in motion) being collected along the way, some so
extraterrestrial and exotic it makes me laugh. How delicious to keep on
living day after day, collecting the souvenirs of this being that
refuses to stop dreaming. What's there to wake up to anyways? Your
reality? Realize you have the power to change your perspective with
just a thought.
Abdulaziz Ugas
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