Remove the Dust by papa55mike |
A thick layer of dust builds into a drifting cloud that disperses throughout the room - finite particles of nothingness searching for a place to land. The gentle breeze parts the curtains and gathers portions of my life that float through the air. Dreams never chased, and desires that scatter into a bottomless void leaving only emptiness. Books with never seen words, timeless stories, heroes, and villains - characters long forgotten within the empty pages that failed to be written. Music full of passion and desire sits alone on a shelf, waiting to fill the hearts of the world - fear keeps anyone from listening. A child with weeping brown eyes, looking for her teddy bear to comfort her, but your heart is too empty to see. There are sunsets with vivid colors that my eyes failed to view while sitting alone in this darkened corner of my cell. This prison of my own making, deep within my soul, filled with regrets, dominated by a callous master who seeks to destroy any shred of creativity. All inspiration has fled inside an old steamer trunk, deep within a ship's hold, on a one-way trip to the artic. But something stirs, a toe begins to tap, fingers start to twitch, the heart flutters, and the mind reacts. Once again, I see the beauty of creation. "Where's my feather duster!"
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