awoken by the TV

The image was at first blurry. I had just woken up from my sleep. Disoriented and fazed at first but the familiar face on TV made me realize that it was you on TV. Somehow your face ignited a thousand images of the past. Like watching a silent movie in slow motion I saw a blink of time frozen in memory. The fresh smell of incense assaulted my senses. I closed my eyes and opened my mind into another reality. I could feel again the texture of your hair and the renewed feeling of stolen moments…I opened my eyes and saw a new reality that what I just saw was a past I have abandoned. A new thirst to see you awakened but bitter aftertaste of my present predicament burned my wanting.

I turned off the TV.

I opened the computer. I wrote about what I had seen but instead I wrote about a tormented love story printed in frustration. I know I am running away again from my present complicated web of exhausted survival. Sleep is absorbing again all my energies. The delicate music of choice somehow alleviates the need to rest. No time to rest. Tomorrow will be another day of constant flux of my sanity. I must arm myself with replenished hope. I must unbind the chains of authority. My hands are already bleeding. I can no longer live between two worlds or I will lose sight of my uncertain future.

Even though I am in deep tribulations my insatiable passion for creativity still fuels my struggle to live life.