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dreamer (5)

January 22, 2012

He was looking at a fascinating sight. A mountainside, with various trees and even varying shades of green. Even better was the fact that some of them were littered with color: blasts of yellow, bursts of red, lashings of purple and spots of pink.

As the wind blew cool morning air, the petals of some of these colorful flowers joined in, and danced in the air. He smiled.

It was a bright sunny day. The sky was clear and looked as if it were a part of the ocean floating in the air. The sun had been beating down on the good earth, and all of nature basked in the rays. He was protected by the shadow of the tree he sat beside of.

He closed his eyes and inhaled deeply. Even in the darkness, the colors of the scene crept up his nose. The damp brown earth, the green blades of grass. The whitish bark of the caring tree, even the bright yellow sun.

In the darkness, the sounds of the world spoke of life. He could hear the orchestra of birds, the rustling of the leaves, the howling of the wind in his ear. He could hear the buzzing of the bees, and the chriping crickets.

He stretched his arms and allowed himself to fall back towards the damp earth. Some of the grass blades pierced his shirt, he felt the cool sheet of dew on the ground. the velvety leaves of a bush teased his fingers. Upon freeing his feet from their locked position, he stretched both and felt the stubborness of hard rock.

His eyes were met with a bright light, however, when his eyes adjusted, he saw the most peculiar play of light he had every seen.

The branches and leaves of the caring tree that provided him shade had lost color, and in between these branches were patches of light. as the leaves danced with the wind, the patches of light shifted, creating a sea of light and shadows. fascinated, he reached to his left and pulled his digital SLR camera.


He sat up. While brushing off grass that stuck to his shirt, he heard an unusual chirping sound. slowly, he looked from side to side looking for the source. It seemed to come from something very big. He scanned the nearby canopy using his camera. The chirping stopped.

Lowering the camera, he thought of how sad it was, losing the opportunity to have at least taken a picture of that ominous creature.

Looking back at the mountainside, he noticed how the color of the mountain was fading away. the greens, yellos, reds, purples and pinks were being dragged by the wind. The earth was steadily becoming silent as well: birds have stopped singing, the bees have stooped buzzing. eventually, even the wind stopped howling in his ear.

He noticed a steady shadow creeping over the landscape. He looked up and saw a large dark cloud conquering the blue sky. looking back down, the bare trees appeared sharp and malicious. Then he saw it.

A bright speck of blue sat unmoved atop one of the barren trees on the mountainside. he took to his camera again and focused on the blue speck.

He was surprised to find out that it was a bright blue shirt. Even more surprising was that it was worn by a man sporting white pants. the man had a young, peaceful, fresh look that had been facing the direction from where the dark cloud came from.


When the camera had refreshed, he looked at the screen again. The young man’s face changed into a pained expression. as he was about to take another shot, the man faced him, and saw anger. deep, rooted anger. He was stunned in place.

The man looked directly at him, eye to eye. he noticed the man put his right hand on the collar of his shirt and folded all fingers except his index. Then slowly, the man dragged his finger down. As it was happening, the shirt was being cut open along the very same path. as it happened as well, he noticed the man’s face become more and more angry. his skin darkened. the color of his shirt changed color as well, to red.

As the man’s index finger reached the top of his white pants, the wind stopped, and the cloud had fully covered the sky: everything stood still.

As the boy firmly held the camera between him and the man, he heard the other speak loud and clear:

“Wake up!”

he heard it as if the man were only a few feet away. a cold shudder rand along his spine. In fear, he lowered the camera slowly.

He wished he hadn’t. He found the man standing directly in front of him.

The boy screamed.

catch – chapter four

friend – chapter three

books – chapter two

the next day – chapter one


What People See, and What They Don’t

January 1, 2012

People see what they want to see
and are blind to what they don’t.
Often I think what makes us men
is the capacity to make shallow judgements
without cognitive basis,
without ethics.
People hear what they think should be heard
and are deaf to opposing thoughts,
It is this trait that makes us cannibals,
to each others’ flesh.
without choice cuts,
without concern.
People touch only what they think they can,
and are abhorred by those they can’t.
I believe this makes us civilized.
 calling those that conform
normal, and those that aren’t as ab-,
without consideration,
without fail.

H A P P Y  N E W  Y E A R  !