Alrighty…
So I’m pretty much just one big ‘suck at life’ fest. I don’t know why, so don’t ask me… but I do know this…
Ok, so I don’t even know that, but it’s really pretty irrelevant.
Gather around, children, I’ll tell you a tale:
Once upon a promise, there was a little boy who Dreamed of something more than everything he’d ever known. Now this boy, this little prince, if you will, surrounded himself by fantasy and fancy every chance he got until it became his world. He believed that if he just imagined hard enough, everything would be as it’d always been inside his head. So he spent his days, weaving world upon world where none save himself could see them. Up was down, black was white, and life was wonderful. Until it wasn’t. For you see, the thing about living in a Dream… is that one day, you must wake up. It was then, in that very moment that the lightning streaked across the clear blue sky, that the world righted itself. For the first time up was up and down was… down. Black was dark and it consumed the life that had been so wonderful. The prince had spent his life, however, believing in the magic that the whole world seemed to forget. He had become the essence of color in a world of darkness. But even the brightest color can be drowned in the endless void of nothing… his color began to fade and his light grew dim. The magic left him, and it wasn’t long until he was just as everyone else was… he was just as empty and absent of life and…
Everything shattered, casting shards of the remnants of a fleeting memory about his features as he bolted upright in bed. As his chest heaved he brought his palm to his forehead, pushing his hair back, “Water? Sweat! Sweat… not glass… not… glass…?” The hushed whisper escaped his lips as he stared at the moisture on his hand… his mind was blank… the images that had been so clear moments before replaced by nothing, just as every morning before… He could hear a soft melody rising on the wind, and thus started another day just like every other…
Ok, so no I have no idea what that was! What did we think? Anything? Hmmm… So where were we… ah yes, the project. I’ve been righting my mindset and I’ve joined a gym! You know what that means? Yeah, that means I’ve spent my days sitting on the couch looking at the gray keyfob doing nothing. NO!! I’ve actually been going!
I know, right? So… I just started a few days ago. As of last week, I weighed in at 178. That’s better than it was, though not by much… but you’ve got to wobble before you stand.
Now… I’ve got myself a new job. Still in a hotel, but a much better one that isn’t threatening to suck my soul out through every orifice! That’s a big step. To top it all off, Alyson and I are co-workers again.
So, I weigh in on Monday, let’s hope knowing that I’m working toward something now.
Soon I’ll do damage control. Salvage what I can and discard what I must.
The project resumes. I still dislike sewing =_=.
Becoming Fantasy © Stephen Marra 2010
