unreality

There are times that Energy shifts out of the natural order and those that move with that shift are caught up in the sweep. They shift further from the natural order and while the Energy can always find its rhythm again, those that have shifted are lost to the natural order forever. They wait expectently for the next movement, eager to ride the changing tides of history and the future. To see where the next wave would lead them, how much further could they fall? They are travelers, these people, never content to simply watch as life eases forward into a steady, straightforward cadance.
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"What are you?"

"I am Energy. Waiting to be held, caressed, worshipped by a humanity that doesn't know that I am conquerable."

"What am I?"

"Friend or foe, you are my sustenance. Only because you believe in me, do I exist. Youare my prey and my master."

"Then why am I here?"

"How should I know, I didn't bring you here, frankly, I don't really want you here."

Harali turned to the direction of the whisperings, but only emptiness greeted her. A blank landscape, only a ghostly image of a floor. She wondered how much of it was her imagination conjuring a shadow, it's onlyw ay of coping with the world in which she now stood. Nothing but what she pictured showed itself here. A void, yet full of the world's dreams, loves, fears.

They all swarmed around her, pushing inside. Reaching past her skin to touch her heart, stroking the muscle, urging it faster, a pace it would not keep up.

Faster now, give it up, let us do it for you, faster now, move the blood, feed the brain, feed your soul, feed us, feed us.

"NoNoNoNoNo"

Rainbows shattered. Harali pushed the shards away and they reached out to caress her virgin flesh. They wanted to taint her with their razor kisses. Tiny kisses, blood red butterfly kisses. Trapping her in a shower of shards.

If a dream could wake itself up, it would never be a dream. If a nightmare failed to frighten it wouldn't be reality.

Truths came unbidden to Harali's mind, releasing and retrapping, freedome at a cost of free thought.

For what is there to think when all is known.

That is why the mad were mad, it was much more pleasant a scenario.
To forget so that all my be learned again.
But they were prey to the Energy, kept in constant flux so that secrets would remain just that.
Don't forget for then you lose the key to your prison.

Move away in the ebb and tide, flee from the safety of the shore. Womb-like is the water as it holds you down, drowns your sorrows, drowns your future.

Tell me, who can wake from a nightmare, when reality reigns in both worlds? A rainbow in the horizon, hunbroken, unattainable, immortal, real.

Harali touched the sky and heard the laughter of a world, innocent to the hidden. She walked in both, a traveler. Cross over, like a river, wade in the water, rebirth.

DreamWalker

Cast your nets wide, find that space that falls beneath the feet.

"I am only drowning. A momentary experience. Soon I will wash along the shore. Soon the notes will pull me from the flux. Above or below. Either is an answer to questions that are momentary."

"Child," a voice would say, "why are you floating so calmly? Why don't you swim to shore? Save yourself when you can, waif for when you can't walk to call in the debt of life."

Harali answered in a silent sigh. The air is liquid, trapping her innermost thoughts as she stood before her coffeeshop. The laughter inside spilled out in small bubbles.

The singer stepped out for a momentary breath of liquid air. He smiled as she struggled to speak.

"DreamWalker," he whispered.

She stared at him, unbelieving. He saw it too, felt the heavy air. But it dissolved as he spoke.