The flap of a whale bird’s cry

Into a distance it throws off a glimpse of reality where all we are is more than a solemn jester of someone else’s imagination


She tells her, “run for your life, the other have already gone, they won’t wait for you”, The limber one has not time to shed but run fierce with the wind, its steady pace brushing away liquids exhumed from the blink of her salty eyes.

A quick puff here and there are lives gone from far, far away. Lives shot down, never lived, once again, just dust in our wind. We see not what we do, but others, even us feel it, too. We lie in shame of what has occurred; not ever letting each other know what it is we have just scored. Scorched is the heart with no intimidation of such things. We are all involved with one another, my fallen brother, my friend, the one that shot his brains out... His soul mate was on the other side of the realm in which we lived and was, too, shot away from their reality.

The birds flap their wings.

My heart beats, so heavily within.
My head pains me.
My squinting eyes burn my lids.
Knowing this moment won’t last I remind myself of how high away I want to fly.
Like an eagle.
Far away, to the sea….
Into that other realm-
That other realm of reality.
Where is my solution?
Far away in a land where my plan is to be found…
Sought out for, like a treasure
I smile.
Yes, like a treasure where I follow a map that has been engraved in my heart
To search and rescue the piece that was stolen from my competence.
Like a time game, hide and seek
My happiness is built upon the characters I have made to entertain my short visit.
Yesterday I dreamt of a place that was hell to my ears, my heart cried out for the persons lost in the realm which I survived.
Screaming awoke the darkness and my eyes opened to the dim light pressed against the window bringing the day.
My loved one held me tight as I shook not knowing where I was.
Lips glued, tears rolling,
Stop that emotion showing!
Deep breaths,
Focus,
The breakfast needs to be cooked.