I dream of decisions to be made; I dare to dream of a reality so rare that even the rarest of the rare could not dream of, eyes open or closed.
Through the melancholy of a season filled with tragic truce, there’s only a symphony playing on the side of this place I’m in; the one which is nowhere to be found.
Of many maddening encounters which I’ve had to be a part of, there have been a few, quite overwhelming to the mind of the ordinary, that of the obvious.
My heart might’ve been a sole survivor in this tragedy of soundless dreams which in itself has lost track of that hair-thin line that does distinguish things of the known and that of the unknown.
Through a realm where reality has ceased to be, where dreams have given into sordid recollections of a very scattered mind, that’s where my soul has so often travelled; most of the time knowing very little of the scarce possibilities of a safe return.
Accompanied by the many velveteen delicacies of an ever-brimming joy only, has this heart ever managed to remain hale; for even the most gallant of cardiac organisms have at times failed to pump the red matter where they should, upon facing such complexity.
Today, I have managed to make a decision which has long longed to be made; into one certain reality which in itself is only a mere potential of the numerous cosmic realities to be realized; to be lived.
The decision speaks of reality; of the things which would matter in that world that we truly have ever lived in; on that planet earth so near where many dreams have ceased to be; where many of us have ever remained mere potentials and none else; that’s where many decisions are to be made.
If not today, perhaps tomorrow; if not yesterday, perhaps right here, right now. Let’s arrange something; although it might not seem like the right thing to do.