Fantasy Games by experimental
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As I stand here in the night I feel for the dreams that once were my life. This never-ending rage against the change that has come over me and weakened everything that I once stood for. In the innocence of our youth we were taught to fill our heads with these dreams of everything that we could become and the reality of the earth broke in and took whatever plans we may have had. Once a proud young boy now stands a broken man. But my refusal to relinquish those dreams has only led me to the path that I walk today. This is more than any game that I could ever play, this is life. What were those dreams that I once held on to so strongly? I am no longer the psychic mage that I once fancied myself to be. The intuitive side of the music I once played has now become monotonous and repetitive and I seek new inspiration in the youth that stands up with their dreams, hell-bound to fight the dream killers of this planet. When others truly look upon my soul they see nothing but scars, but those scars are only lessons learned in the forges of our existence. I made some rough decisions and they have only jaded my perceptions of my own emotions. The only salvo left I have is knowing that we are not completely individual but part of the same existence. There is no other existence but what we have here today, and that is all it is. The dreams I once had have not died, but they are not the same today as they once were. They speak to me in silence, bringing me the courage to face another day of labor just for the chance to keep what I've made so far. The blackness of this night reveals them as if it were a sun shining bright on a summer day over my hopes. Those that I have chosen to surround me only bring me back to the reality, into the real daylight, where my dreams exist only in shadows. My dream is that someday my skills will bring back the night to this daytime suffering.
Comments (1)
Wolfspirit
This is interesting bit of writing, raw truth I'm guessing or so it sounds, I am a bit disconnected these days myself to things of want, need, as I find there is nothing I want, or need for that matter. Therefore, I have lost that pizzazz so to speak, that emotionally connected touch if you will. I'd rather think it as "contentment" than disconnection, but everyone has their own labels for things each do not understand. In addition, thanks for sharing, and to add a thought in which I believe to be true, dreams are dreams, but "belief" in them is the magic wand you seek, psychic mage, or at least from this viewpoint, that is the thought.