Purple Prose, Rose Colored Glasses, and Stardust Umbrellas

Walking around outside today I saw a few things, but I dare not say what they are or perhaps what they were trying so hard to become.

I dare not say because if I did that, they might become that, and I would have halted their forward momentum of what they were trying so hard to become.

And if I halted their forward momentum, that would’ve been bad because then it would’ve been me, myself and I that would’ve dictated what they were trying so hard to become.

So I just watched from the corner of my eyes and found delight in their imaginings of the flying things that perhaps they were trying so hard to become.

No not quite right, not exactly flying things because now they are changing their imaginings and in changing those things they are changing so many other things that they are trying so hard to become.

The air around seems to breathe in and out of its own accord (but still in its own accordance) and the sun seemed to stimulate their innate inward insistence that they truly know what they are becoming.

The earth seemed to shift, supporting their new bodies, shift to support their new changing, shifting and surprising them with the shifting in support of they have now become.

And last but not least, the wavering water, that they are walking on, weightlessly and wondrously, whisks them away into the final stages of they have become.

I watched this dance, by pure happenstance, and inward felt a joy radiating out from the center of everything that I am, it catapulted and cajoled, twisted and turned, until I nearly felt drained of everything that I am, then –

It settled, the world around me settled and I became more than what I was a moment before.

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I suppose I caught your attention with my post headline. Good. That was my intention after all, you know, to get your attention. And now that I have your attention I would like to capture you even further.

I want to reel you into my dark little world and show you how the shadows play. I want you to see that all is not as it seems in the world of shadows. For this is not a place where demons dwell or hearts bleed gold. This is not a place where your mind could fracture at a moment’s notice due to snap of a whip. But, then again I suppose it has occurred. This is also not a place to tread lightly.

You could lose your way, fall down, tumble even, into the vast unknown. The collective unconscious consciousness of the world. You may even hear singing, but I’d advise against following that illustrious, illuminating sound. It’ll only lead to your ultimate ruin. If at any point during your visit here you feel as if someone (or something) is watching you, following you, or reaching out to brush your soul — you are correct.

There are things here that will taunt you, haunt you and otherwise try to impinge upon the personal space of your imagination. Shadows here love to play, tease, jeer, encourage, uplift, and bring in the joyous rain of treasures found. However, you must consider the aforementioned warnings.

No, don’t run away just yet, stay for a minute or two or perhaps a year. We are not here to harm you. We want to entrance you, enrapture you, thrill you and hold in our thrall for the space between breaths. We want to show you the colors of life that maybe you have missed due to the rapid staccato beats of a technology based lifestyle.

So enter, if you so dare, ahem – I mean choose, and listen. Hear the tales and sagas, revel in the epicenters of color, sound and word. Dive into the waters, the stream of consciousness if you will, and open your very soul to the happenings around you. Hear the laughing, wailing, jeering, cacophony of banshee and shadows. Equally as well please listen to the rhythms and flow of the most gentlest of creatures, for they will guide you on your journey here.

Dance in the rain and sun streams of love and cherish the wild ride of dreams and nightmares. Enter this world of wonderment, clarity and of course the occasional fall from sanity. All other words cast aside, enter the realm of books.