I Awaken From A Dream
Forward:
As you may glean from these words, they have been added at this conclusion of the article below. This is a note you will surely recognize, not only in its essential being but in its obvious arrival.
It's laziness is undeniable, and its integrity questionable, but its effect on you, the reader, and the strength of the piece's emotional, etc. resonance that remains to be seen:
I have not edited the writing below.
You could say my choice would be to help capture the power you can muster, even when that shadow of sleep just on your back seeks to take hold; to show you signs of hope that you, too, have powers both stagnant and dormant to shatter Life's tribulatory barriers.
I have sipped my coffee; have eaten peanut butter toast in my travels towards it; have begun plotting my words on the path towards that. We write to tell stories of grandeur and velvety prose, and often shy away from those longing to be told through shaky and tentative tongue. Even as I "bullsh--" my way down this final stretch of 100 words, I do so with the faith that fortune and love will reign on all who read this; all who find necessity and palatable fruit here.
You are the seeds that carry the torch. The flames of purpose light the way, while the torch itself may wither and die. Those flames are eternal. The words are not.
And, perhaps, that is okay.
For words, after all, are like the North Star: they shine with brilliance upon the dark canvas of our minds, there to guide us home once more. Home: where we laugh and love, through even our most deplorably egregious missteps...
(Okay,: CUT!)
(Roll Camera: Take Two!)
Home: where we are never alone.