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Caught in a simple flight part 1
Contributed by
lostrelic
on
Thursday, 6th August 2009 @ 08:39:51 PM in AEST
Topic:
mystical
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I awoke to the slight sound of bubbling water, somewhere off in the distance. My eyes heavy, like the weight of a hard night pressed upon them. Confused and lost in a daze of colors and somewhat familiar sounds, I try to raise my head the feeling heavenly like floating in a breeze.
I tried to open my eyes. The sun is bright.
I close my eyes again, and lay back watching the vision of colors that dance within my mind; I smell lavender, cinnamon and perfume. I sense this need to dive deep within myself. Memories flaunting to tell me stories.
I fight to open my eyes again, the sun blinding me demanding me to close them to ease the pain. The sky is the perfect blue, not a cloud not a tree. I try to get up; something’s pressed upon my chest, nothing heavy but I still cannot move. I try to struggle; I started to hear the faint sound of music and children’s laughter. I try to look around but I cannot see anything. Exhausted I lie back down, and close my eyes.
Looking down I see a set of tiny little shoes, tiny body and feeble legs. I have a police car in my little hands, sitting on concrete that’s been freshly poured Smooth top perfect to play on. The sun was shinning, my father was young smiling and smoking a cigar. This was the beginning of a new garage, the year was 1978 and I was 4.
Wondering why my memories have brought me here, I quickly turn around; my mother is in the garden planting something. She looks at me and returns back to gardening. I see nothing around me, just the sun the dirt and a smooth concrete pad. The smell of just turned dirt started filling my mind, covering me like sand pushing me away.
I feel happy!
I fall back into the spectrum of color that dances for me, I can hear a song in the back of my mind, and it sounds very far away. I try to listen but the colors demand my attention. I feel that pull again, lavender filling my senses.
I find myself now sitting in darkness; I am shivering and cold wet tears are covering my face. I am cowering in the corner, knees pressed against my chest. I see a light in the middle of my view, closet doors separating me from my bedroom. Fear ripples threw my body, my mothers screaming in the kitchen. I hear my father’s name being screamed over tears, He’s on the road again. Fighting to escape this nightmare I beg the light to change the view, I hear her coming the sound of her feet vibrates off the floor. I grip my fingernails into the young flesh, I feel the trickle of blood my head spins… Radiohead?
I wake up again to the radiating luminescence of the sun; the same light weight, that same bubbling sound. I feel sweat on my forehead, but I am unable to wipe it off. My fingers clenched and I am breathing heavily, I attempt to roll over to get my bearing, these visions tempting me with fear and anger. The music starts again louder, it is Radiohead but I cannot place the song. I start to swim again within my brains; I hear laughter with the strong aroma of cheap cigars lofting threw the room.
I am now sitting in front of a fake Christmas tree; the color of the tree is white. The tinsel is silver and the lights are shaped like icicles flashing blue. My dog snowball is sitting trying to pull off my socks, growling as he makes off with one of them. I see my father drinking with some friends, my mother is making dinner with the look of pure hatred. My brothers and sisters are sitting behind me; whispering words of bitter envy. “Look at all the presents he gets” I hear my brother grumble, nothing but a spoiled brat. Listening I hear the venom in his voice, small drops trickle down my cheeks. A sense of anger swells within me, I feel this need to give him my toys knowing love is better then plastic. I hold the idol in my hand, destruction in my thoughts. I scream in my mind “what do you want with these memories of pain and scorn”?
The room fades to colors again.
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lostrelic
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2009-08-06 20:39:51]
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