Look at this beautiful image. To kneel before another is a resignation of one’s will, perhaps it is that. I was scared when come nighttime because I didn’t want to resign as the sun and moon do for each other. I didn’t want to rise and fall as the sun does every cycle, so I drove on this empty road chasing the sun as it sat, roosted on the horizon.
Bowing down to others when the day was done use to be the norm for me. But where am I now? I’m in a land of colors and shapes. I’m in a land of mixed feelings.
I was lost in this land, where my emotions were shaped by everchanging colors. But where would I rather be? So, I continued down this empty lane. It was the only path I’ve ever known.
I did not know where it went. But it was still home to me, while I drove alone. This place should belong to me. I need to spread my wings and ascend, because I’m here to stay.
I will swim in a pool filled with red roses. I will release my thoughts from their cages, and allow the truest of colors run wild. While thinking about thoughts, I crashed my car. But for a brief moment, I was in paradise, and everything was beautiful.
Now white light surrounded me, enveloped me, and there were no longer any other colors to marvel at. This was okay. Black clouds creeped into view. It was happening.
What was happening? Was I dead, inside or out? Would I have a chance to redeem myself? Then, suddenly, I was able to see.
I wanted to go back, but my vision cut through the smoke and mirrors. The sky was a calm blue, but the people were a loud yellow. I saw myself amidst the illumination, and my sorrows were lifted. Everything seems well again.
I sat there in another time. I sat there in another space. I could see everything in nothing. I guess I crossed the line.
Written By: BeNjamyn Upshaw-Ruffner