Into the Unclear

I see you but is that really you or I’m I seeing a mirage. I walk towards you and try to see you and work to look at you. I walk towards you and as I get closer to you I call your name. I call out your name. But you don’t hear my name. Or I don’t think you here my name. All of a sudden you vanish.

Now I hear you calling my name. I respond but I’m in a dark place a dark room. I respond and you respond I say, “Where are you?”

You say, “I’m right here.”

But I can’t see you. I call out in the dark but you are nowhere to be found. And then it’s all light all of a sudden. I’m back on the streets and I’m back in my city. I decided to walk home and I walk home. I see home and smile for there’s no place like home.

I reach the door and I knock but my hand goes through the door and I wonder. I see the door opening and the door goes through me. My parents walk past me and they don’t see me but I see them. I call their names but they don’t listen. I watch them walk to towards the main road.

I go after them and try to speak to them and they answer. I’m relieved. I’m not going crazy. I’m on the all fine. I head to the house but I can’t open the door. My hands just go through the door. And so I walk through the door instead of opening the door. I head to my room. Finally something that’s now weird in any way.

A part of my life that’s still plugged into the physical. I reach my bed and take a nap. I wake after an hour and I see the crashing of waves outside. I go outside and I’m standing on an island. All of a sudden, my family home is on an island. I walk around and I can’t see any other houses or streets around.

I know I’m not dreaming. I’m actually all awake. The island is quite beautiful so it’s all a blessing in disguise. I put my feet in the water. I should go for the swim. I run back into the house and I change and plunge into the waters.

The waters are so so cool. I swim far into the deep. I’m quite a good swimmer. I’ve swam the English Channel. Nothing drastic can happen to me. I get caught up in the current. I can’t beat the current. I can’t swim out of the current and so I let it take me. It pushes me further.

Further than I wanted to go. Will I have enough energy for the get back? I sigh. The current loses power and I start my swim back. It’s getting dark out of nowhere. It’s twilight. I do my best to swim back but I’m getting tired and I can feel that’s its quite deep below me. I use all the energy I have on the inside of me.

And gladly I make it to the shore. But I’m all tired and I drop to the shore and sleep. I wake up and I’m being carried. I’m being tossed into a van. My Hands and feet are tired. My mouth is gagged. Where are they taking me? I shouldn’t have slept like that. Maybe sleeping again will do the trick.

 I worked my way into the slumber. I wake up an hour later. The van opens and they leave me by a road side. I hear my parents’ voices once again. They are voice of concern. They cut me lose and ask me what happened?

I ask them, “What happened?”

They want me to tell them the story but I have no strength to do so.

The sky is black all of a sudden. Nimbus black with nimbus clouds.

It starts raining. Rain pouring down on us. I run into the house with my parent’s right behind me. I head to close the windows but it’s all sunshine through our windows. Is it me or is something quite wrong with the world and the weather?

I run back outside and it’s still raining even heavier than before. I go back inside and it’s all sunshine. Let me not bother myself, let me just enjoy some food mom cooked. I head to the kitchen and serve myself. I’m happy because it’s chicken and chips.

I bite into the food but it takes like lettuce instead. No, it’s affecting my taste buds. At least let me keep my taste buds consistent. But all things keep playing tricks on me. It’s all tricks on me. The last thing I want is the taste of vegetables in my mouth. And do I stop eating.

I think of something to amuse myself. I go to the bookshelf and grab our copy of Oliver Twist. I start to read, the first page never gets old, it’s a story that never, ever stops giving. I open the next page and the words begin to move. Rearranging themselves, it’s happening again.

I run to my parent’s door and I knock.

“Come in,” my mom says but I don’t see anyone. I look around and I call her name again but there’s no one. I run down the stairs and now I can see that’s it’s raining from the windows. I rush to close all the open ones.

And I run outside but it’s all shiny on the outside. I head to our neighbors and knock at their door, “Finally, something that’s solid.”

My friend Ben opens the door, “What’s up?”

“Nothing,” I say, “Have you seen my parents?”

He gawked, “No, I don’t live with them. You do. Is everything okay with you?”

I realize he’s not going to be of much help and so I leave to get back home but my home has been replaced. There’s a new house in its place.