Thursday, November 12, 2015

A Dream, a Vision, Whatever

This is the vision I had while lying down during a rehearsal exercise. The director played this song, asked us to close our eyes, and listen to the music.



One night, I lied down on the cold tile and I closed my eyes. And when I did that, nothing much changed. I was still lying down.

But now…now, I was no longer on the tile. I was on a warm, brown carpet. It was dirty, a little used, but it was comfortable enough. And then I realized I was no longer myself. I was someone else. I was a girl. Taiwanese. About 25 or so. Closing my eyes, listening to the music, my mind wandered off before I was picked up by a boy. He carried me into a room, slowly dropped me on the bed, and got on top off me. And gently kissed me.

Then he faded away, and my body melted into the bed, and I was now in the ocean. Floating, looking at the cloudless sky and the sun directly above me. Feathers came and picked me up. They became my wings as I flew toward the sun. I got so close that my wings melted away and I fell from the sky…

Onto the canopies where I rested my head for a second amid the burning rain forest. I was scared, I knew I would die, but I was ready to go. A large paper airplane came swooping in, saving me from the fire. And we went higher and higher into the sky.

I look down and realize I'm no longer on the paper airplane, but I'm now riding a white dove. And it keeps flapping its wings, rising even higher. Beyond our atmosphere. Into space. I'm no longer riding the dove. I'm on a rocket flying among the cosmos. We pass by the Little Prince on his planet. I look at him. He looks at me and waves as I pass him by. We keep going.

I see the rocket blast ahead of me, and it explodes. I'm floating in space, dangling. Watching the fireworks from the rocket. And I realize that I want to be fireworks too. So I explode and I become fireworks. Am I dead?

The view zooms out from the fireworks and back to me, myself. The person I really am. I'm watching the fireworks now. I'm at a concert. With my girlfriend. We're sitting down on the grass and looking up at the night sky. The lights of the stage call to us so we get up, hold hands, and make our way to the crowd. All I can think about is that girl. Who was she? Why can't I be her again? I want to see her again.

The music is great, the lights are hypnotic. I close my eyes and I sway to the sound. And when it picks up, I get pushed into the crowd, and they throw me into the air over and over again. As I'm being thrown up, I see someone else to my left having the same thing done to them. I look over. I see who it is. It's her. The girl. Our eyes meet. I hold out my left hand, she holds out her right. We're too far to reach each other. When she goes up, I go down. When I go down, she goes up. I'm not sure if it's the crowd or our will, but we get closer with each throw. And now we are both going up at the same time. She grabs my arm, I grab hers. We smile as we fall back down to the earth. And we melt into the crowd.

I'm in the ocean now. Sinking to the depths, going deeper and deeper. The surface is far away and the light dwindles. As I'm about the reach the bottom, a large sea turtle glides under me, and picks up. I hang onto his shell as he whisks me away from the seafloor. The light is getting closer. We finally reach the surface. I see a small island and on the that island, is the largest mountain I've ever seen. There's snow on top. Flakes begin to fall on the tropical island and on me. I'm cold. I look down at the sea turtle. He says nothing. I look back to the mountain. There's a rainbow behind it.

Wednesday, June 17, 2015

Trees

Faced with a million possibilities
I only see what's in front of me
Been looking for the Forrester
When I've only found foragers
Demons, goblins, things that go bump in the night
Fakers and ragers, mistaken identity
Born in a world that don't know what to do with me
I love you, you, and you
I hate you, you, and you
Same people, different strokes
Different signals, only smoke
Holy Buddha, what do I do?
How to pray when I don't see you?
How do I know you're here?
Is that feeling fear?
Fear that you've already given up on me