-Confusion-
I couldn't eat. I couldn't sleep. I couldn't even bare the taste of my usual morning tea. This was bothering me. I couldn't even begin to fathom what had happened. Forest was gone, or at least gone from my world. He isn't dead, yet he isn't alive. He just doesn't exist. I slam my fist on the table where the photo album lie. Cold tears run down my face from the utter shock and confusion. Something is wrong, this just can't simply happen, it's impossible. Someone is playing a trick on me. Someone is trying to crack me open. I closed the wretched photo album and threw it into my briefcase. If there was one person who would know what had happened to Forest, it was Rose. She was closest to Forest, had to be, they were engaged for Christ's sake. I walked downstairs and out of my apartment. The Unconscious was dreary today, foggy, with a slight chance of a storm. Clouds shifted above me in a circular pattern. Peculiar. I tied my briefcase to my moped and hopped on. I took a deep breath. I'm going to find out what's going on.
-Brink-
This may be the only time I've ever felt unsettled during a ride through the Unconscious. It usually calmed me, it usually opened my mind, opened my heart to inspiration. The wind on my face, the sights passing me by on each side. It was a spectacle to be moving at such speeds. But now, now it just felt like my focus was streamlined. I didn't think, I didn't wonder, I just knew where I had to go. The fog was getting thick. I could see no further than ten feet in front of me. Suddenly, everything was unbearably quiet. It wasn't normal like the quiet you hear in an empty room or the silence of a city in the morning. It was an eerie silence. It felt almost humanoid, like a presence. I came up to a large bridge. I am not a stranger to this bridge, in fact I come here almost once a week to watch the sunset over the water. Freedom Bridge. The fog made it seem like it was suspended in some sort of void. My inspired thoughts were clouded by fear, this was almost too much. As I drove over the bridge, the pavement became cracked and rigid. I lost control, felt my hands slip over the handlebars. I skidded to an immediate stop, trying to gain my composure. I wheeled my moped over to the side and walked down the road. It was never like this before. A lone rock lied on the ground next to me. Curious, I kicked it down the street. Smack. Smack. Smack smack. Silence. Strange. I walked down a little further. Before I could proceed, I felt light. I felt uneasy. I looked down. The bridge was cut off, as if the other half had cracked down and fell into the abyss. I stood at the edge, dumbfounded. Something caught my eye. I looked at the pavement. Someone had scratched into the pavement. As I read it to myself, an unknown voice had read it for me.
"Prison."
I stood up. I shot around quickly. A black figure stood twenty feet away from me. I yelled out to him, asked him who he was. I blinked. He was standing two inches from my face. His body and face encased in shadow. And before I could even scream, he lunged his arms out. The bridge shrank as I fell. Further and further. The wind rushed through like a million spears. It didn't end. Faster. Faster. Further. Further. Faster. Further. Faster. Further. Ground.
Sweat. Panic. Shock. My bed. Again. No. That was too real. My hand. Pain. Searing pain. I looked at it. Blood. Words.
"Prison."
Friday, March 18, 2011
Saturday, March 12, 2011
The Unconscious Tale
-Arrival-
I sat outside in the beautiful weather today while I waited for Forest to arrive. I look at my watch, quarter to twelve. I normally come to The Raven every so often to take in the world, drink tea and write up ideas for my novel, but today is different. Among the faces I could not recognize, the blurs of life passing by me, one stood out most of all. It was as if time had stood still for all of these years. I stand up. I don't say a word. I look at my old friend, and I take his hand. He looks me in the eye. My emotions swell up and I embrace him. Oh, how the memories came rushing back. We sat down and he ordered the old usual, english breakfast and an almond biscotti. We went on and on about this and that just like we did during yesterday's phone conversation. Then I finally was able to squeeze in the question, the question that had been aching me all night long.
-Change-
I asked him why he was here, in The Unconscious, of all places. He should be halfway around the world by now. He told me that he had to tell me in person, that it was extremely important. He was getting married. My heart sank. The years have gone by so fast. He finally proposed to Rose. I can still remember when he first told me the news of their relationship. I shook is hand, holding back tears, and told him congratulations. But then he asked me something. He asked me to be his best man. I smiled. I opened my mouth to tell him I would be honored. No words came out. I tried again. Silence. He looked at me. Hurt. I tried to tell him I couldn't speak. He started to stand up and walk away. I got up and ran toward him. I reached out to grab him but I couldn't move. He looked back at me, his face blurred. I could not recognize him anymore. Before my very eyes, he dissolved into sand. As I tried to call out his name, I woke up in a deep sweat. I look at the clock. 3:00 AM. I tried to call Forest around nine. No answer. Around ten o'clock. Nothing. At eleven, I went to The Raven. He never showed up. When I got home around four, I looked through an old photo album, reminiscent. But something was off. There wasn't a single picture of Forest and I. It's as if he had never existed.
I sat outside in the beautiful weather today while I waited for Forest to arrive. I look at my watch, quarter to twelve. I normally come to The Raven every so often to take in the world, drink tea and write up ideas for my novel, but today is different. Among the faces I could not recognize, the blurs of life passing by me, one stood out most of all. It was as if time had stood still for all of these years. I stand up. I don't say a word. I look at my old friend, and I take his hand. He looks me in the eye. My emotions swell up and I embrace him. Oh, how the memories came rushing back. We sat down and he ordered the old usual, english breakfast and an almond biscotti. We went on and on about this and that just like we did during yesterday's phone conversation. Then I finally was able to squeeze in the question, the question that had been aching me all night long.
-Change-
I asked him why he was here, in The Unconscious, of all places. He should be halfway around the world by now. He told me that he had to tell me in person, that it was extremely important. He was getting married. My heart sank. The years have gone by so fast. He finally proposed to Rose. I can still remember when he first told me the news of their relationship. I shook is hand, holding back tears, and told him congratulations. But then he asked me something. He asked me to be his best man. I smiled. I opened my mouth to tell him I would be honored. No words came out. I tried again. Silence. He looked at me. Hurt. I tried to tell him I couldn't speak. He started to stand up and walk away. I got up and ran toward him. I reached out to grab him but I couldn't move. He looked back at me, his face blurred. I could not recognize him anymore. Before my very eyes, he dissolved into sand. As I tried to call out his name, I woke up in a deep sweat. I look at the clock. 3:00 AM. I tried to call Forest around nine. No answer. Around ten o'clock. Nothing. At eleven, I went to The Raven. He never showed up. When I got home around four, I looked through an old photo album, reminiscent. But something was off. There wasn't a single picture of Forest and I. It's as if he had never existed.
Friday, March 11, 2011
The Unconscious Thoughts
-Clouds-
Hello again. It is a fine Friday afternoon as I look out my window and watch the clouds roll by. I relax as a light, yet hopeful piano sonata plays on my laptop. I sip a hot cup of tea made fresh, ginger peach. I take in each sip and breathe deeply, a sort of heavenly sanctum resides in the few square feet I stand in, here by the window. I watch as people pass by on the ground floor, going about their business. I think to myself circumstances of the day, what I will be doing, what needs to be done. So I figured why not sit down and write, let my thoughts flow into words. I drink my tea and think about my life as is, where it will lead me today. Perhaps I shall I go out into the Unconscious with a few acquaintances, spend the night among friends. Perhaps I'll try something new from my cookbook, have a glass of fine wine and listen to a touch of classical music. Maybe I'll delve back into my novel. I haven't worked on that in a while. The phone rings. Interesting, no one calls much anymore.
-Forest-
Forest, my good man, it has been a while. Our conversation went on for a solid hour, talking about family, friends, the usual banter. He has always had my back no matter what I chose to do in life, and he was especially excited about the book. He wants to know more, more plot, more of a synopsis. I tell him it is far from ready. He sighed with disappointment, but I smile and tell him that it will be worth the time. He tells me he will be in town tomorrow. Most intriguing. I made a date with him, and we said our goodbyes. I smile, deep in nostalgia as I hang up the phone. Most intriguing indeed. So I ask You... How do your friends impact your life?
Hello again. It is a fine Friday afternoon as I look out my window and watch the clouds roll by. I relax as a light, yet hopeful piano sonata plays on my laptop. I sip a hot cup of tea made fresh, ginger peach. I take in each sip and breathe deeply, a sort of heavenly sanctum resides in the few square feet I stand in, here by the window. I watch as people pass by on the ground floor, going about their business. I think to myself circumstances of the day, what I will be doing, what needs to be done. So I figured why not sit down and write, let my thoughts flow into words. I drink my tea and think about my life as is, where it will lead me today. Perhaps I shall I go out into the Unconscious with a few acquaintances, spend the night among friends. Perhaps I'll try something new from my cookbook, have a glass of fine wine and listen to a touch of classical music. Maybe I'll delve back into my novel. I haven't worked on that in a while. The phone rings. Interesting, no one calls much anymore.
-Forest-
Forest, my good man, it has been a while. Our conversation went on for a solid hour, talking about family, friends, the usual banter. He has always had my back no matter what I chose to do in life, and he was especially excited about the book. He wants to know more, more plot, more of a synopsis. I tell him it is far from ready. He sighed with disappointment, but I smile and tell him that it will be worth the time. He tells me he will be in town tomorrow. Most intriguing. I made a date with him, and we said our goodbyes. I smile, deep in nostalgia as I hang up the phone. Most intriguing indeed. So I ask You... How do your friends impact your life?
Monday, March 7, 2011
The Unconscious Night
-Entrapment-
I sit in my room and think about the current events. I stare out the window on this cold and rainy night, watching the drops fall down like passing memories. I think back to recent events and the confusions that follow them, and how I came to be in the life that I am currently in. All I can think about is Her. I shouldn't, but there's nothing I can do about this mystery We call love. The problem is the fact that She is a book I have read, and read well. She is no stranger to me, in fact I can call Her my best friend. However, We have always had an attraction toward one another. One fateful week, We did what should have been done years ago. The moment was not as romantic as I had hoped, but I was in Euphoria nonetheless. Her lips were soft, much softer than I had anticipated. It was something I had only hoped for in my dreams. Time passed throughout that weekend, my love for Her grew and grew. She would kiss me tenderly as I tried to talk, spreading my words apart. With each kiss, focus was lost more and more. It was much more than I could ever dream of. But reality broke down on Us. She was heartbroken. Her heart was broken by a man whom I myself call my best friend. I entered this sticky situation knowingly. I was ready for all of the punches. I was ready for Her. But reality got in the way. Now Time is all that stands before me. Painstaking time. Her heart must mend, while mine weeps for her embrace once more. All I can possibly desire now is Her love.
-Silence-
My hands wander as I type, and I notice that the Unconscious is particularly silent. The rain had ceased its war against my window and the piano sonata emanating from my speakers have quieted abruptly. It is quiet. A chill sends itself down my body, not in fear but in loneliness. I switch the music back on in hopes to lose myself in memories. The kiss. The embrace. The sweet words. I try to forget the present. I dare not live in the past, but the past isn't past when it was only a week ago. It's funny how I told Her how all I wanted right now was to simply see someone, meet someone new, learn more about them. She was better than that. I already know Her, and I knew that I wanted Her. But now my mind wanders to what it wants now. Either Her, or someone new, stands in front of me. I ponder what steps I should take. My heart tells me to see what Time decides. And so I will wait. I look out the window. I think about that night. How I wish that that night occurred long ago. My heart wonders how different things would have been. And so I ask You tonight. What if things were different in your life?
I sit in my room and think about the current events. I stare out the window on this cold and rainy night, watching the drops fall down like passing memories. I think back to recent events and the confusions that follow them, and how I came to be in the life that I am currently in. All I can think about is Her. I shouldn't, but there's nothing I can do about this mystery We call love. The problem is the fact that She is a book I have read, and read well. She is no stranger to me, in fact I can call Her my best friend. However, We have always had an attraction toward one another. One fateful week, We did what should have been done years ago. The moment was not as romantic as I had hoped, but I was in Euphoria nonetheless. Her lips were soft, much softer than I had anticipated. It was something I had only hoped for in my dreams. Time passed throughout that weekend, my love for Her grew and grew. She would kiss me tenderly as I tried to talk, spreading my words apart. With each kiss, focus was lost more and more. It was much more than I could ever dream of. But reality broke down on Us. She was heartbroken. Her heart was broken by a man whom I myself call my best friend. I entered this sticky situation knowingly. I was ready for all of the punches. I was ready for Her. But reality got in the way. Now Time is all that stands before me. Painstaking time. Her heart must mend, while mine weeps for her embrace once more. All I can possibly desire now is Her love.
-Silence-
My hands wander as I type, and I notice that the Unconscious is particularly silent. The rain had ceased its war against my window and the piano sonata emanating from my speakers have quieted abruptly. It is quiet. A chill sends itself down my body, not in fear but in loneliness. I switch the music back on in hopes to lose myself in memories. The kiss. The embrace. The sweet words. I try to forget the present. I dare not live in the past, but the past isn't past when it was only a week ago. It's funny how I told Her how all I wanted right now was to simply see someone, meet someone new, learn more about them. She was better than that. I already know Her, and I knew that I wanted Her. But now my mind wanders to what it wants now. Either Her, or someone new, stands in front of me. I ponder what steps I should take. My heart tells me to see what Time decides. And so I will wait. I look out the window. I think about that night. How I wish that that night occurred long ago. My heart wonders how different things would have been. And so I ask You tonight. What if things were different in your life?
Sunday, March 6, 2011
The Unconscious Mind
-Prologue-
You're probably wondering who I am. Where I come from. How I got here. Why You should care about me. You may call me Ravine. Where I come from is not important, but that I live in a town I like to call the Unconscious. My own world where the people have stories untold, their secrets locked away, entire legacies left undiscovered.
-Curiosity-
This world I speak of is real. It is the world You live in. It is simply the way I perceive it that makes it different. My world of the unknown, immersed in the Unconscious. How did I get here is a question that everyone should know, why I choose to talk to You today. I feel that the world should see Herself differently. Yet You probably still ask why I chose this path. That's simple. For my own amusement. This world is full of mysteries, and I would give anything to unlock every single one of them.
-Anonymity-
I find myself wanting to wander streets. I find myself wanting to sit down with a stranger and ask them what their story is. I to this day have yet to take such leaps. So I stay in my world of wonder, curiosity is my very being, yet everyone around me is filled with their own anonymity. They are blank faces walking past me on the street. And so I ask... Who are You?
You're probably wondering who I am. Where I come from. How I got here. Why You should care about me. You may call me Ravine. Where I come from is not important, but that I live in a town I like to call the Unconscious. My own world where the people have stories untold, their secrets locked away, entire legacies left undiscovered.
-Curiosity-
This world I speak of is real. It is the world You live in. It is simply the way I perceive it that makes it different. My world of the unknown, immersed in the Unconscious. How did I get here is a question that everyone should know, why I choose to talk to You today. I feel that the world should see Herself differently. Yet You probably still ask why I chose this path. That's simple. For my own amusement. This world is full of mysteries, and I would give anything to unlock every single one of them.
-Anonymity-
I find myself wanting to wander streets. I find myself wanting to sit down with a stranger and ask them what their story is. I to this day have yet to take such leaps. So I stay in my world of wonder, curiosity is my very being, yet everyone around me is filled with their own anonymity. They are blank faces walking past me on the street. And so I ask... Who are You?
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