Sometimes I close my eyes
And dream of a story.
I can see the story so clearly in my mind
It’s right there.
Everytime I open a book
There lies someone else’s dream.
Their words paint images so clearly in my mind
It’s right there.
But many times
The images being painted in my mind
Are deeper than what they appear to be.
Similes, symbolism, metaphors…
They convey messages we may not at first understand.
One fantasy universe may be symbolic of a prison system we have never experienced.
One white horse may be another way to describe fate and destiny.
Do we understand these messages?
The messages the writers try to paint within our minds?
I’m just trying to get like them.
To tell a story that goes deeper than the images in my mind.
Because there are too many issues in the world
To ignore.
There are too many bodies
In the grave.
I pick up my pen and use it
To paint images that go deeper
Than the skin.
