Reality slips in and out of my sleep. Questing tendrils reach into my mind and steal away my dreams. Both my worlds are fragmented, reality and dream indistinguishable. They blend into each other, and I am suspended in the limbo of half-sleep, neither resting nor awake.
My consciousness splits accordingly, two weaves of the same cloth running parallel. One plays the observer, the archivist, the other an oblivious dancer, puppet to a hidden tune. With mild interest, one watches the other, and begins to discern the steps to the dance. Each is unique, born from a moment in time, captured in memory, played in sleep. A spark of conversation, a touch of humor. A hint of hurt, shadowed by pride. Disquieting fear, and a rumor of hope.
Other dancers flow out, their steps merging seamlessly. They are in a grand ballroom, vast beyond imagining, the walls stretching away from view. As they dance, they brush against each other. Some are the barest of whispers of skin upon skin. Others are passionately locked, ignoring all around them. Some dance alone in the shadows, trapped in a monologue of their own. And yet others still, come close, tantalisingly close, but never in contact. There are those that just stand, and gaze longingly, at a dance where they have a place in, but no steps.
Abruptly they stop. Frozen in time, they start to lose their consistency. Fading away, ghosts of memories brought to life, their time is up. Reality breaks through. The realities merge, with a shudder the world settles. It is before dawn.
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- lyraDaryl
- Mid-late 20's, a late bloomer that was born to party but forced to work. Frequently at odds with myself and the world around me, with an unpleasant dichotomy of personality. Constantly troubled by who I am, who I want to be and who I'm supposed to be. Usually plagued by the thought that I'm supposed to be somewhere doing something important, but I just don't know what.
6 comments:
be careful lest your blog become like a certain someone's we know... minus the random admirers :P
ps. if you're going to use my russian name you could at least spell it right, "sasha".
Really? I thought the english is much better =p Happens once in a while...hahah. Isn't that like the female version of the diminuitive? I'll change it if you want, no need to get your panties twisted ma'am.
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i wonder why i like you ladies so much.
Cause we're the only ones who aren't distracted by the flashy words and pretty prose, and tell you things only true blue friends will tell you =) you know you love us! (well me anyways)
nah its just 'sasha' for men or women. and you love us cos we're beautiful (well me anyway)
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