May 4th, 2018 12:28 AM
Outside, the dark looms over my terrestrial world. For it is not completely absent of light, but at this very hour, only the faintest of the sun’s flames are luminous, courtesy of their reflections off of the moon. The world outside seems devoid of all warmth and compassion and filled with creatures that find an advantageous purpose in the cold, unforgiving, and desolate landscape.
Above in the sky, that is enveloped with the darkest of blues, the stars shimmer and twinkle with an abundance of potential. Potential that is seemingly only limited by the boundaries of one’s imagination. Imagination, the creative angelic demon that lurks in the bellows of the mind seeking the opportunity to dissuade the sharp and hardened truth of reality. The reality is that she, so full of warmth and light, will no long graces my eastern skies with her eternal beauty.
Now, at this very moment, my mind find itself within it’s darkest hour. The reality that has now trapped my mind is one of lifelessness, despair, anguish, regret. These feelings are merely the remnant projections from my mind based upon the memories of a world that I once imagined. A world where the dawn of another day, knowing that the sun would unwaveringly rise, would bring a comforting and hopeful purpose to my mind. A mind that has been released from the splendor of its imagination to finally see the reality of the world around.
For it was only my Imagination that arose the sun and shed a light on the hope and unfulfilled promises of comfort and joy. The reality of the world is one of cold and despair and now without her presence, a reality that will seemingly manifest itself throughout all of my remaining eternity. It is easier then ever for one’s imagination to overwhelm logic and reason with the fear of the unknown and manipulate the mind. The fear that the reality I am now facing alone would be eternally dark, compared to imaginary world where her beauty and light were bestowed upon me until time’s end.
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