AceOfPeaceAndLove

For awhile, I was scared of letting a piece of me die.

Everyone has an evolutionary aspect to their soul that requires the occasional bit of rot to occur. For some people it happens overnight - quite literally - whereas others like me ... we can't see the forest through the trees.

We're not blind.

Not stupid.

We're reluctant to let go of who we once were.

Because of what is simply called 'the new'.

'The new' is unknown.

You don't know what a new city, a new job, a new diet or even something as basic as a new schedule could do for you or to you. You're scared but not because of some boogeyman that lurks around the corner with razor-edge teeth: you're afraid and you can't explain why.

The new is unknown.

Its the tenacious stomach turning sensation you have as you're awake on Christmas morning with a present in your lap from a loved one. Its the thrumming of your heartbeat as you hear someone mutter sweetly into your ear underneath the mistletoe. Its the wondrous sensation of bliss when your special somebody nuzzles close beside you to watch the fireworks from the topmost car in the Ferris wheel at the fairgrounds.

The new can also be somewhat like carrying around a non-detonated incendiary. As if every step is one that slice your feet open on broken glass.

There's good and bad in every realm of our world.

We either face 'The new' with the open acceptance that there will always be elements of the universe we have no control over,

Or

We spend the remainder of our days fearfully awaiting the hour that is our last. Too numb with neurosis to have tried forming new friendships, too riddled with guilt over prior failures to attempt building a self-forged empire.

We who live for tomorrow but forego the lessons of the past are no better than those who who willingly forsake others and their needs in our madcap pursuit of happiness.

There can be no advancement, no new trails being hacked out with a machete, no new songs being written ... Nothing new can be created in the realms of tomorrow without some tiny bit of inspiration or brilliance coming from the forgotten place called 'yesterday'.

I love you, my boppers.

Thanks for being here with me. All of you.

its good to be home xo

-Caliban

I'm awake

I'm breathing

There's grass?

New addition, though something I wanted to try and accomplish at some point..

A trail lined by petals?

A thicket where magpies and crows squawk happily to one another?

Did somebody.. the vultures, the ravens, the carrion feeders,

This doesn't feel like the old garden inside my mind.

There's small footprints in the dirt that encircle newly dug flower beds, small stones marked with rather 'witchy' symbols sticking out of the ground to ward away harmful energies

I didn't do this

But I've been away so long...

Has someone else tried to redesign my mindspace?

I hide behind a tree as I hear someone approach; the figure is wrapped in a cloak of sorts, one with a doubled cape around the shoulders and a clasp in the shape of a pentagram. Gloved hands reach from within the garments and wave around slowly, mumbled incantations and charms ringing in the air.

A few more moments pass and a soft 'thud' is heard along with slowly retreating footsteps, the figure striding off with a pointed hat on top of their head, vanishing into the mist and fog that still lingers over parts of the property I've yet to investigate

There's a basket with bread and water inside

a note is with it

' please remember to eat '

the smell that lingers from the paper is almost like a memory I'd shelved ages ago;

leading myself into the kitchen on a freezing winter's day

grabbing the flour, yeast, honey and turning the faucet for water

almost a painstaking hour of remaining on my feet

for two simple loaves of pauper's bread; sweet, fluffy and properly dense

my eyes...

watery

my throat feels like there's something stuck inside it?

I take the water jug and slice the bread evenly, clearing off back to where I woke up

Dropping the food and curling up on the ground, my gaze was pulled toward the sky

the stars

i remembered the stories of some of the constellations

Castor and Pollux,

Laelaps and the Teumessian Fox,

The Nemean Lion,

The many headed Hydra,

my eyes stopped on the throne of Cassiopeia

the Queen who dared insult the beauty of the water nymphs

the Queen whose punishment was to be flung around the North Pole on her flying throne and being told to hang on for dear life

the Queen whose vanity got in the way of the truth..

my eyes didn't stop stinging with tears until I managed to fall back asleep

Take a nice, long, hard stare at the picture of the forest.

That? That right above this sentence?

That's what I see when I try and get some decent sleep.

An empty, vast forest of skeletons and spiderwebs.

A forgotten spot of land where nobody walks,

Nobody sings,

Nobody tries to say walk through the mist covered trails,

There's only the wind

Only the breeze

It rattles and shudders among the countless dead trees

You get used to being alone

You find new ways to pass the time

I had no idea I was so good at marking things in tally's until I began filling notebooks with them

I had no idea I was skilled at preparing tea until I took to sipping it so I'd have something that brought about the beginning of a smile

live the life of one who doesn't understand how friends are supposed to work and this is what you might expect

sometimes its better to be withdrawn from the rest of the world.

you can watch everyone else trying to encroach on your land and stay out of sight if they get too close to your property lines

-C

Rattle away those collected spiderwebs, shake off that well-developed layer of dust and grime. Stand up, crack your spine and look toward the heavens for inspiration!

Now that we have the mindless treacle set aside?

Fresh ideas, a whole winter of rainstorms and thundershowers arriving in a couple months or so.. I'm going to make myself become very busy on here again.

If I end up even simply putting out a figment or two, something that a few people stick in their 'Favorites' and never put a second glance to, I'll be happy.

If anyone is at all interested in the idea, I've gone about creating a Discord - name ShadowWalkingVooDooCat777 - and a Server - name TheOtherSide - so if you're ever up to talk or want to shoot an idea off for a collab or something, you'll know where to look for me.

With that said, boppers?

Enjoy this afternoon! Find me over Discord if you so wish. Lets brainstorm! (: