Prose, poetry, fiction, and rambles from people with a bit too much time on their hands.

Surreality

In the deep of night, the moon hovers above shadowed clouds, white as alabaster. Silver shafts of pale light reach for the ground; the semi-darkness of nighttime has laid its hold on the world. Twisted trees, rickety fences, old houses: they have more stories to tell. They can hold the blackened heart of a nightmare, a horror that could end a lifetime. Street lights and alleyways could lead to criminals hidden in the depths of shadow, eagerly awaiting their prey. But maybe the night will hold an adventure with experiences so indelible and so vivid they will take your breath away, or a lover longing the comfort of company. In the dark you know nothing but somehow your imagination knows everything. It’s exhilarating, frightening, a waking dream.

In the grip of love, your heart races. Thoughts rush faster than blood. A euphoric dizziness sets in. You know nothing, yet somehow your emotions take over. They know everything. You might be helplessly lost in mystery but feelings pull you through your actions, guiding you towards deep desires. Suddenly life means more than ever before and the warmth of happiness is in your speech, your laughter, your eyes. The sweet mystery will always be there; you don’t know with your mind, the confidence and knowledge rests in your heart. It’s just like the night except the sun never rises, the surreality doesn’t fade.

That’s how I imagine it, anyway.

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