literature
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Nigh
Nigh I went for a drive to quell the voices in my head. Pounding and pedantic my mind couldn’t imagine life outside of this grueling moment. So many unanswered questions and yet here I was, cracked and mangled in the drivers seat of a 95’ Suzuki riding the night waves of thought patterns stuck in the abyss of broken. No one to turn to, no music to slow down the minds racing, so I turn the radio volume down to a gentle humming of the engine in hopes it would help quiet the internal beating. I couldn’t tell you how long I drove, perhaps longer than even I anticipated, and I suddenly found myself in a strange and foreign place. Where land meets the sea my attention and vision no longer capable of refreshing in the blotting darkness, I turned down a decaying pathway winding its way into a densely packed parkway. I pulled to the nearest curb line killing the dull glare of headlights and undulation engine. “Why am I here”, I thought aloud. “What am I doing?” Thoughts haunted their lonely chorus, and I knew not where the night would lead. A low murmur of electrical motor is all that sounded as the automated windows guided an opening to the outside, and the night’s darkness eased my guilty thoughts; the first moment of peace I had felt all evening. I sat for a long while in the silence, allowing my mind to spring from thought to thought, from slow justification back to feelings. Just then a flash of white caught my eye in the distance, looming about over the trees. It took a long while for my eyes to adjust in the blackness, but once it did what my sight beheld was of pure magic. With wings outstretched and dancing in the sky my eyes locked on the majesty of a white barn owl, pure as snow. It floated overhead, and I gazed upon it in wonderment as it did so. Suddenly as though I were calling to it, the owl banked left and perched itself upon a nearby branch, close enough to touch from where I sat frozen still in the chilled night air. My breath a cacophony of amazement was all that stood between myself and this lonely observer. It looked deep into my eyes, and a wave of fanciful fascination drew in my breath where it held for what felt an eternity. I opened my soul through our gaze and glazed over time in one of the deepest connections I had ever felt with another. Suddenly, and without hesitation the owl dropped down from its peaceful perch, and with a powerful flap of its wingspan took flight once more. Making its way overhead I felt an urge to follow it, as if my owl had called upon me in that moment to go away with it. Closing in on space and time we watched each other, both observing in fascination and wonder the beauty of our shared experience. It flew overhead and vanished slowly from sight back from whence it came. Never question your connection to nature, for it enters without warning and speaks a language you don’t know until you find yourself entranced by its wisdom. In those owls eyes I saw my life; past, present, and future abound. In the darkness there I became the owl, hunting and understanding my place with a quiet strength only this world can teach. My heart palpated in reverence to the transcendent moment I shared with an unchained and wild being. I closed my eyes, and knew then what I had to do.
By Colleen Henehan6 years ago in Humans
The Dream
I have had many dreams like this one , I meet people in dreams they say a sentence to me in the dream, I remember them when they say it to me, I usually see them as a Kid. So this dream is about a man that looked like one of the Allman brothers band, he had long blonde hair and a long white beard, this dream was in another dream at the same time witch I will write about later, but back to the dream the long-haired man with the beard had a whole bunch of pencils with him, telling me things while he gave me each one individually, one was to keep his son safe. The next one was for money, the next one was for sex? The next one was for something I can’t remember right now but before my dream moved on. His son was standing next to him, looking directly at me and said remember me… we move on to the next year where I was moving from Brampton to Oakville the reason I will write about later, after living on Rebecca street with my brother Steve. We had to move again to Kerr and Rebecca while this was happening one of steves friends came into the picture asking if he could find a place with us so we found that three-bedroom over top of the comic book store. After moving in we were sitting on the couch and he looked at me like he looked at me in the dream I then knew who he was, I said hold on a minute… I looked at him and described his dad as tall man with long blonde hair and a long white beard? He said, “ how do you know that?” I told him I saw him and his dad in a dream within a dream.
By Jon Harrison6 years ago in Humans
Death Chorus
Midnight blue eyes watch from a high perch as I lose myself. I can feel my emotions fleeting. The life I knew is no more. The feeling of pain, sadness, anger, hurt, all gone in an instant. The last image I see is of his midnight blue eyes. Comforting me into the beyond.
By Mariah Proud6 years ago in Humans
Escape
A single 35 year man with a tattoo on his face with a name that read Janics smiled and thought, “Some things never change.” His name was Thomas Ritso. He lived alone in the city of Chicago. He was sitting, hands folded with his eyes towards the sky. He was thinking of lighting another cigarette. No cigarettes or lighter in his black denim jacket but he could walk to the nearby corner and go into the Sandwich & Soda Stop to get what he needed to smoke. His eyes caught a barn owl perched on the tall white fence surrounding the house. The barn owl was staring in the direction of Thomas but looked as if it were getting ready to fall asleep. Thomas noticed a black squirrel climbing along the fence and eventually running into the now asleep barn owl. Brown and white feathers floated in the air as the barn owl took flight. The black squirrel fell from the fence but landed on its feet and quickly scurried away. The breeze blew the branches of the royal star magnolia tree. It is a beautiful sight to see but he took the squirrel running into the barn owl as a sign that he should go back inside. He got up from his seat on the front porch and made his way inside his house. The door is locked. He reached into his blue jean pants and retrieved a pair of keys. He unlocked the first screen door and then he unlocked the second light blue wooden door. Once he was able to get inside the house, he turned around to lock the door. He then made his way to the study to the left of him. His eyes caught sight of the journal willed to him by his godmother. He thought, “My three bedroom house was given to me after my godfather passed shortly after my godmother. This is the only house on the street that had a barn in the backyard. Still strange to me.” Janics was the name of Thomas’s godmother. The thought of her gone always made him tear up. Thomas was close to his godmother during the last years of life. He grew up in this same house and had cherished the memories of his youth during the times spent inside this house. Thomas grew up as wild as the animals that he soon came to meet during his stay at his godparents house but it was nothing but innocent fun. Thomas walked to the bathroom to get a tissue to wipe the now falling tears coming down his cheeks. He caught a glimpse of his now red eyes and the stream of tears running over the name Janics. He sat on the closed toilet seat and closed his eyes shut hoping that he wouldn’t start crying too much. The thought of his godfather seeing him cry like this when Thomas was going through his divorce brought a smile to Thomas' face. He could hear his godfather talking to him now saying exactly the same thing when Thomas showed up to this same house with the divorce papers signed and finalized, “There is no more pain tied to being unhappily married. You should go on vacation or pick up a new hobby.” Thomas chuckled a bit and stood thinking, “Maybe I should go on vacation.” Thomas' godfather's name was also Thomas. Thomas’ godfather last name was different from Thomas’s last name. Thomas was adopted into a family who used to stay next door to his godparents house. The house next door had gone up for sale and Thomas took it as a sign that maybe he should go on vacation.
By De'John Connerly-Bey6 years ago in Humans
