"I Fell into Yesterday"
i find myself sitting in a in the field, purple lights above my head smiling down. its just like i remembered, so fantastic! across the field a man with sallow skin approaches and as he draws near he faintly smiles.
i cock my head and look at him, "it's been a while."
"not too long, you're just anxious." i quitely laugh because i know it's true. i still remember everything about him even though its been a while, his long black hair, sunken cheeks, intelligent green eyes; he's not changed a bit. "you've grown."
"of course," i rock back and forth, "not every one's so gifted as you." he sits down beside me and we study the sky together.
"are you happy?" he asks earnestly.
"with what i wished for?" he nods silently, almost sadly. "yes and no," i trail off.
"you got what you asked for and yet you aren't satisfied." no sound of judgement in his voice, he just states the fact.
"i wanted someone to take me away from here. someone to go off on adventures with. i long for trials and quests, conflict, losses and victories, hardships to overcome and extraordinary vicissitudes!"
"so you've gone on no adventures--none?" he laughs at me. "you always want something extraordinary."
i smile proudly. "yes, i grow so bored with the ordinary." then my smile fades and i add,"i've gone on a few adventures here and there, but no storylike ones! just everyday ones."
"storylike adventures don't exist in the real world, that's why they are made up."
"then where do they come from? their foundation must be from somewhere."
"same place we are." he looks around at the sky and falls back into the young, sweet grass. i frown at his answer, that's not good enough for me, not satisfactory. i refuse to accept it. he continues so as not to hear me say it's unfair. "if you had randomly run into what i gave you, would you still love it?"
his question catches me off guard and i lay back to think, "i'm not sure; i hope so," a pause. "i wouldn't want to hold my gifts dear just because they are from you." i smile to myself and reflect upon my life now that it is enriched and compare it to before. even if it's not everything i wanted i am still content. he draws me into a friendly embrace. i'm happy here, too. "you've always been here for me. ever since i was small. i'm glad i can count on you to come hold me when i cry, and to make me smile when i'm otherwise alone."
as if he senses my next questio he responds, "you keep living where you are, there's no place for you here."
"i know that." i look deeply into his brilliant eyes. "one day?"
"go back to sleep little one." a shooting star dances playfully overhead. "you can't abandon the world, not yet." i close my eyes and drift off, doused in the comfort and familiarity of the scene.
i awake in my bed; its dark around now and wonder why i couldn't stay. of course i know the answer, but i still question everytime i come back.
i cock my head and look at him, "it's been a while."
"not too long, you're just anxious." i quitely laugh because i know it's true. i still remember everything about him even though its been a while, his long black hair, sunken cheeks, intelligent green eyes; he's not changed a bit. "you've grown."
"of course," i rock back and forth, "not every one's so gifted as you." he sits down beside me and we study the sky together.
"are you happy?" he asks earnestly.
"with what i wished for?" he nods silently, almost sadly. "yes and no," i trail off.
"you got what you asked for and yet you aren't satisfied." no sound of judgement in his voice, he just states the fact.
"i wanted someone to take me away from here. someone to go off on adventures with. i long for trials and quests, conflict, losses and victories, hardships to overcome and extraordinary vicissitudes!"
"so you've gone on no adventures--none?" he laughs at me. "you always want something extraordinary."
i smile proudly. "yes, i grow so bored with the ordinary." then my smile fades and i add,"i've gone on a few adventures here and there, but no storylike ones! just everyday ones."
"storylike adventures don't exist in the real world, that's why they are made up."
"then where do they come from? their foundation must be from somewhere."
"same place we are." he looks around at the sky and falls back into the young, sweet grass. i frown at his answer, that's not good enough for me, not satisfactory. i refuse to accept it. he continues so as not to hear me say it's unfair. "if you had randomly run into what i gave you, would you still love it?"
his question catches me off guard and i lay back to think, "i'm not sure; i hope so," a pause. "i wouldn't want to hold my gifts dear just because they are from you." i smile to myself and reflect upon my life now that it is enriched and compare it to before. even if it's not everything i wanted i am still content. he draws me into a friendly embrace. i'm happy here, too. "you've always been here for me. ever since i was small. i'm glad i can count on you to come hold me when i cry, and to make me smile when i'm otherwise alone."
as if he senses my next questio he responds, "you keep living where you are, there's no place for you here."
"i know that." i look deeply into his brilliant eyes. "one day?"
"go back to sleep little one." a shooting star dances playfully overhead. "you can't abandon the world, not yet." i close my eyes and drift off, doused in the comfort and familiarity of the scene.
i awake in my bed; its dark around now and wonder why i couldn't stay. of course i know the answer, but i still question everytime i come back.