Drabblet: Visions
Title:Visions(creative I know)
Author:makeitrednblack
Prompt: Visions
Table: Magical Table
Word Count: 198(wow, what a drabblet!)
A/N: Ah, I believe my writer's block is clearing up....now I gotta come up for a plot for Nano...not that I need one they tell me...I don't believe them anymore
He couldn't trust his eyesight anymore
He had always trusted himself, he couldn't trust anyone else.
But, now he wasn't so sure.
He wasn't sure that he could trust himself.
How was he suppose to trust himself
when he kept seeing a man
With blue eyes and curly brown locks
flying over head, his red cape fluttering behind him
How was he suppose to trust himself
when that could not be real
No one could fly
No human could fly
It wasn't logical
He dreamt about the man too
The man would smile, a brilliant smile
and always say
“You'll be home soon, Bruce”
It wasn't logical, because he wasn't named Bruce
He kept having these visions
of a man with
a brilliant smile, blue eyes
and curly brown locks
flying overhead, doing
childish loops in the sky
He jumped from time to time
Never staying long enough to gain
what he use to have
but that was ok
He had the flying man with him, always
Even if the man was just a vision
He didn't feel so alone anymore.
Author:makeitrednblack
Prompt: Visions
Table: Magical Table
Word Count: 198(wow, what a drabblet!)
A/N: Ah, I believe my writer's block is clearing up....now I gotta come up for a plot for Nano...not that I need one they tell me...I don't believe them anymore
He couldn't trust his eyesight anymore
He had always trusted himself, he couldn't trust anyone else.
But, now he wasn't so sure.
He wasn't sure that he could trust himself.
How was he suppose to trust himself
when he kept seeing a man
With blue eyes and curly brown locks
flying over head, his red cape fluttering behind him
How was he suppose to trust himself
when that could not be real
No one could fly
No human could fly
It wasn't logical
He dreamt about the man too
The man would smile, a brilliant smile
and always say
“You'll be home soon, Bruce”
It wasn't logical, because he wasn't named Bruce
He kept having these visions
of a man with
a brilliant smile, blue eyes
and curly brown locks
flying overhead, doing
childish loops in the sky
He jumped from time to time
Never staying long enough to gain
what he use to have
but that was ok
He had the flying man with him, always
Even if the man was just a vision
He didn't feel so alone anymore.