Its early morning the buzz of an alarm clock see’s Levi
stolen from a dream, he sits and ponders, sharp images run threw his head, a
fragmented story, no beginning no end.
He looks at the clock reminding himself once more that it’s to early to
be up. The tile floor is freezing on his feet he hops along, his best attempt to
keep off the cold.
He finds himself in the shower memorized by the steam, its
playing tricks on him, now he’s focused on his dream, on patterns hidden in the
fog before his eyes. His thoughts whirl away like a autumn leaf
before a storm lifting from his mind like the sun coming out of the clouds and just like a good song time passes
quick. He find himself deep within a forest hues of orange, red and yellows
stretch over the horizon like a yawn, a bird calls out, its echo moves along
the trees like a whisper as if nature was communicating with itself. He carries
on forward weary of his direction, a few leaves get caught in a breeze, he lets their path choose his direction, almost in trance he hopeless follows in
between trees, over a hill until suddenly the wind drops, the leaves fall as if
they had just taken their last breath.
Levi makes his way to a small clearing
in the distance, his feet heavy he carries on forward snapping the branches
under his boots. His eyes seem strained, his energy low his eyes begin to
flutter as if the sun has turned into a strobe light, his mind drifts in and out just like a solider with a fatal wound on the
beaches of Normandy, his mind grasps at the little light left refusing to let
go, but his mind begs for black, for thoughtlessness.
Levi falls to his knees he rubs his eyes, his last attempt to save his mind from darkness,
he takes a deep breath in, and before the air can escape from his lungs he is
enveloped in black. A kaleidoscope of colours fill Levis mind with a distorted image, it twists
and turns bending not quite breaking, it playing tricks on him, an instant
mirage born from a previous thought, laid waste by the darkness that has taken
over his body. A big exhale and the
air his lungs was hiding pushes out his mouth like a fast moving train, he is
awake back in reality and still in the shower, the water now cold as the ground
he hopped along in the morning has fully awaken him, the stream now gone he
rubs his eyes once more and gets out of the shower. Fog covers the mirror his index finger draws shapes and patterns
uncovering a true life distorted image with each stroke more of his reflection
is reveled. He closes his eyes for just a second and when he opens them he
is back in the forest on his back yellow
seeps down from the sky soaking him in warm light, the suns rays shine through
him giving him the energy to carry on.
Levi is back on his feet making his way
to the clearing ahead, the wind has caught a few more leaves they fall beneath
his feet colouring the ground in a beautiful collage. The trees begin to open
up and he can now hear the faintness of water, Levi carries onward unsure of
what lays ahead. He is almost at the clearing the quiet
hum of the water has now turned into a roar a endless stream of water falls from
above crashing into a pool of beauty and once again Levi’s focus remains on the
fog raising up from the bottom of the waterfall, he begins to drift away again
but catches himself and then he remembers by not remembering how on earth did
he get here.
A deep panic sets in, followed by a
shortness of breath. He looks around aimlessly punch drunk the opening in the
clearing is now gone, everything looks the same, he spins like a top, circling
looking for anything that would have any resemblance maybe if I trace my steps…
He franticly searches his pockets he pulls out a tightly rolled joint and a
single match. No wallet no I.D he begins to question who he is, if the person
he thought he was ever existed, a little shaken he takes a seat by the
waterfall he has always been drawn to water as long as he can remember, there
was something calming about it, Levi begins to relax and decides to light up
the joint.
He
takes a deep inhale he lets the smoke invade his lungs he holds it then comes a
agitated exhale a cloud of smoke tries to occupy the vast outdoors he watches
it evaporate. Levi is now stuck on Orange
and red the burning amber lights up the air around it the more he breathes in,
the more the light explodes Its catches him looking, it traps him there he starts to follow its movements
transfixed he dare not look away hopelessly trapped he gets lost in your own
thoughts realizing
that he is back in his bathroom staring at his reflection.
