aerasio

Dreams of something not yet found

He is lost, adrift, floating limply on a dark blue sea. The sky darkens; waves swell and shrink around him. It rages angrily, roiling waves of purple and green toss and turn him in the salad-mixer of the ocean. He is carried helplessly along with the tide. Seeking, struggling for something. What? He doesn’t know. The sea vanishes as something drags him under, all is dark. He reaches out desperately, a plea for salvation, deliverance. In one strong lunge he breaks forth to the disheartening sight of the black tempestuous sky to see it vanish and transform.

The roiling waves morph into seas of verdant grass against the hazy orange of the sky at sundown. Puffy clouds trail lazily along the heavens as the huge orange globe of the sun sits prettily on the horizon. It is idyllic, peaceful, nothing ever happened there and nothing ever would. No worries, no troubles, just peace, rolling hills and a calm, sleepy orange sky. The yellow glow of the sun illuminates and highlights a tiny figure of a purple butterfly. It flutters gently about, swayed and gently nudged by the subtle caress of the wind. He is enraptured by it, completely consumed in his jubilant admiration. The butterfly flutters slightly, contrasting the orange hues around it, and then suddenly darting over his head into the rolling...... What?

The puffy clouds are gone; the scene vanishes once more into wisps of purple mist. Trails of orange and violet spread out in every direction, twisting and turning into random formations. A flower blooms here, a magnificent sun there, repeatedly changing, never staying. Shapes and forms swirl like a lunatic's dream, stretching forth into the eternity of the soul. Vision turns hazy and a kaleidoscope of colours parade around him. The colours morph and twirl turning into... What? He dosen't know. His mind is adrift once more, searching for something. Something in the deep black sea of his soul that extends eternally in the eye of his mind.

A mask appears, huge, grim and white as bone, the solemn face of reality. Its mouth opens and widens, slowly at first, but then faster and faster. Growing exponentially, ready to devour him, to devour his soul. Swallowed, he tumbles blindly into reality......
and so the sleeper awakens.


Pls tell me what you think of this, I just suddenly got the 'inspiration' to write this out of nowhere and would like very much to hear what you guys think about it. Don't be afraid to tell me it sucks.
Thanks guys

So said Aerasio at 06:56