my favorite fantasy.

rain is hitting my skin. i feel the droplets leaving small streams from my head down my face, neck, exposed chest and abs until the feeling vanishes around my waist.
the sky was clear just a moment ago but dark and ominous clouds quickly blot out the sun.

there is an ungodly fury to be found in my eyes.
teeth clenched.
fist clenched.

the ground begins to shake and small pebbles and mounds of dirt levitate.

the strong urge to scream fills my lungs but i keep my mouth tightly shut.
my short nails pierce my palms and blood streams down my knuckles.

a swirling cloud of dirt encases me.
lightening strikes in my general direction.
nothing is stable.
being within a hundred yards of my person is a taunt to death.

a battle cry rips through the heavens suddenly.
all the dirt finds its place back on the ground from which it once came.
and i am revealed.
i am floating half a foot off the ground and my hair is golden.

and then you wake up one morning to find that you're totally alone.
ones before loved have moved on and forgotten their whispered promises, remembering you only in hindsight, never forethought.

never forethought.

ones desired do not desire one with the same vigor or valor, as if these text messages could cross state boarders and reach into her pants to make her see something in you, anyway.

no little ones begging your attention, highlighting the simple curiosities of the world.

no sparkling galaxy of wonder and thought to stare into as the sun bares its horrid news of the arrival of another day.

no breath to intake
no "good morning" to be heard.
no purring kittens demanding attention
no bark of a loyal mutt to suggest its morning walk.

not even an alarm to inspire acts of greatness
nothing
absolutely nothing except for the cold, shrill touch of silence.

oh, but i have my thoughts.