Author has written 72 stories for Horror, Life, Love, Young Adult, General, Nature, Essay, Spiritual, Song, Humor, and Family.
The Outside I’ve Always Been Trying to Look Into
Reality is something I’ve always been trying to peer into because it seems that my reality has always been so different from others. Maybe I’ve just met too many people who look at life so practically and logically. All I know is that I have always craved intervals of deep insanities and emotional, evocative visions. Sometimes I wish I knew what reality was for I have always felt a part from it, but I believe Joy’s reality are the colossal of dreams, untouchable molecules, and waltzing sensations she’s created in her own universe. I am every single thing to have ever existed on earth, and also, I am absolutely nothing at all.
Furthermore, I have always longed to be an abstraction thus I am an abstraction. I am constantly recreating worlds, reaching after stars, and sleeping in gutters. The world is pulsating inside of me. It goes from seeing a camel in Egypt being petted by its caretaker, to a boy in poverty in Brazil seeking a sip of water, to the Indian mother pondering about her daughter who was kidnapped five years ago and never found, to the pencil being sharpened by a male student in an Ecuadorian classroom, to the joy Davina felt in her heart when Paul surprised her with a locket, and to the mirror I look into with my bare body, trying to find poetry on my hips. When I say I’m everything that’s ever happened, is happening, and is going to happen, I really do desire to be the world. Emotion and existence are my reality. I am constantly blooming into gardens and disintegrating into ashes. The universe is a limitless field that stretches beyond human reach, and I’m forever reaching after the unreachable.
Additionally, reality is something extremely internal for me.
Here’s a vision of my world: My body is sprawled out in a meadow. It’s a huge, huge meadow, but if you look far enough there’s a low wooden fence that encloses the body of land. My face is gazing at the evening sky slowly transforming into the night sky. White feathered birds are flying to earth, and cannonballs are being shot above my head. The orange and yellow colors of the sunset are melting into each other creating a liquid that’s dripping onto the sharp blades of grass by my feet. The night stars come into focus and shake off their stardust, and the particles of their dust land onto my body and on my heart. There’s a sweet hum in the background, and the flowers are talking to each other, and a tree is crying, and all I can think about is the blue rain coat I left in a lover’s room years ago.
In conclusion, my reality is the emotions I feel for existence and the dream worlds blossoming in my chest. My life is all about being soulful with an artistic heart. Reality is your perception of the world, and everybody should have a unique and striking phenomenon to call their own.