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CLOUDs

(Originally posted June 13, 2013)

The one who will change your world, everyone waits for such a person. It’s the one who willspark a particular side in you and change your perspective on love entirely. Where they are, and what they’re doing is an unknown, but as days go by, you draw ever closer. The relationship will not be perfect because of the persons’ stunning good looks, it will in fact be who they are and what they do that brings the best out of you. It is the one who, unlike the rest of the horde, will not be an additional statistic to your list of lingering problems, but a solution to all of them. Their love will be so strong and warm, it will feel as if they have a physical manifestation of their feelings towards you. Whenever they are in close proximity, you will feel like you’re in a safe haven. It is that one person who will understand you like no other human could. The one who will not tolerate you, but love you unconditionally. That one person who has the ability to increase synergy in a relationship regardless of an argument. It is the one who will give you a reason to smile after a long and hard day, a happiness donor if you will. It is the one you can’t wait to stand with at the end of the aisle. Such a person is undoubtedly hard to find, but eliminating the possibility is tantamount to giving up. People who believe in finding such a person are considered wishful thinkers by a larger fraction of the populace. Indeed, they might be, however it seems notably better to be on the team that still believes in true love and fairy tales than the one that settles for the first frog they see in the pond. Patience is a key virtue, no-one ever said the one you’ll ultimately love will have a name tag. The person could be right next to you, or you may not share any geography or landmarks at the moment, but one thing is for certain, you draw ever closer.   -Dante                                                                                                                                                 CLOUDs part 2

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In this place I call my mind.

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A maze of mixed thoughts, seemingly blended like punch, nuclear fusions coupled with nucleosynthesis and potential supernovas; a gauge with nothing but red on both ends; hierarchical structures that constitute rooms filled with memories and dreams. Hallways that look like a Rubik’s cube, with a palette of doors that resonate different personalities , repeatedly shifting places. Wallpapers plastered on the walls, covering cheap framed pictures of the pretentious and conniving. A laboratory filled with beakers, solutionsfunneled, filling volumetric flasks only to heat them with Bunsen burners, flames envelop carefully thought out combinations to achieve the unachievable. Adventurers unable to decipher the cryptic map, folded like origami, twists and turns that are only navigated through gracefully dropped bread crumbs.

 

Striving to discover that which hasn’t been found, the cruiser travels through the storm, sails are left tattered and cargo that provides dead-weight is left as flotsam. Like the Napoleonic wars, the boarders expand, the blockade stays steadfast like the iron curtain, either whatever inside does not want anything getting in; or it is considerably comfortable that it does not plan on getting out. Parchments within the domain, as frequent as they may be are saturated through brainstorming. Work benches, schematics and bricks; materials to construct a suitable future for myself and those i care about. Time will tell, if the informative signs were throwing the blood-thirsty hounds off the right scent or onto an indefinite detour.

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A Hall Of Mirrors.

Waking up from a world I thought was real, looking everywhere and seeing multiple projections of the person I’ve become. Through slumber, I find circumstantial footage of myself, reacting to events in ways I never thought I would. A dream with a twisted idea of mathematics, subtractions I never saw coming, people dying, leaving me powerless in the wake of a situation I thought I would be able to handle. Mirrored reflections, all reacting in different ways, none mimicking my initial motions. Doing what I can, polishing the mirrors, clearing the smudges and fingerprints intended to hide my true nature; each step counts, I can feel the need for progression, I hear it, as if my shoes are laced with wind-chimes.

Has the time come for me to be open? like a graciously provided Christmas present; willing to show content I keep on the inside. A habit i’m not familiar with, a stranger to my own emotions. Not that what I hold is invaluable, but it goes to show what I truly feel. One with the algorithm, calculating each move and staying true to myself, sheer authenticity; that is how I plan to maintain and increase the intended velocity. A tide of change, washing away what was, and bringing onto shore what will be.

 

-Dante

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