Fadere

A dream may be many things. Dreams may hold a message of oncoming pursuits, maybe a scrutiny brought to mind of a previous day, perhaps fate telling of a life changing event, or possibly nothing sacred, just a passing story. Thoughts humor me as I find myself lying in bed with lazy eyes burning a hole into the blank ceiling. Imagination begins to tear away paint, wood and all existing thereafter revealing this...barren terrain. Mountains line a dry, cracked earth like a fortress built to quarantine some dying energy. A desolate wasteland where passion once thrived. The landscape previously played an elegant melody ever so softly as the old w

 It has to be a dream. No…I'm slipping again. All too real are the tragedies this world, Kismet, faces since The Ending. Memories being the most profound torture of all…or the greatest of motivators. Eye of the beholder I suppose. Voices are what drove us. We heard them over datacasts, on the visionscreens, inside of each and every mobile speech-box. The Voices proclaimed a truce between our world and theirs so that both should reap mutual support in advancing our civilizations. The land saw peace as the rulers of this planet banded together under such misleading pretenses. No one can blame them though, we all fell for it…a