Sunset Standing Up

The sun ahead starts setting down into the horizon casting shadows on anything that crosses its path.

I lift up my head and stare at it while his majestic ride comes closer to its end. My hands move through my hair. The work day is over and sitting in the bench I wonder what happened to me?

Life seemed so promising in a close past and now I stand on a cliff of life staring at life's toughness.

Before my eyes my dreams shatter leaving space for a raw and sour dreamless and so called realistic reality, however reality seems far from enjoyable more like moments to bare. The blowing wind brings me the repetitive whisper of all those persons who said reality was like that, such a grayscale picture. My mouth dries and my sight blurs as my eyes get slightly wet.

Then I feel a thin blanket of cold wind wrap around my skin as I see the world I should jump into and realize that I’m standing alone near the edge, all by myself staring at the abyss, so close to the final point of letting go.

I turn back and through my shoulder I see the distant images of my earlier years when my hope was high and my dreams were big, when I had a trampoline as my standing ground. Then I look down at my feet and realize the thin paper layout about to break that serves me as my base. My heart starts beating rapidly as I realize that its soon to break and turn my world upside down pushing me to be swallowed by the dark abyss of the unknown sure to face the crashing down into the ground as I fall into what they call reality.

No space for dreams and wishes, just a jungle of survive. No dreams of love, of friendship, of laughs, of giggles, of fun or good times. That’s the reality that I should stand into, as I realize so, strength abandons my body slowly as I feel the time coming closer to the breaking point. My arms feel weak and my legs unwilling but the real cold comes out of my heart which seems to freeze from within in a space of no future joy, love or shine.

Suddenly a soft light whisper comes to me, barely able to listen to it I make an effort to see where it’s coming from and I notice nothing. Stressed and close to give up I fall on my knees and hear it once more, softly calling from within me, a soft voice repeating all my dreams, whispering softly into my heart. I wipe my tears away and take my stand strong and secure.

That might be the world everyone see but it’s not the one I want, I know better, so there will be better. I shut my eyes and take a secure step into nowhere sure that I’ll land on my feet and stand up into the world I want to live, the way I want to see it, not the way other people see it. If life was magical so far, it will still be and so it shall remain, because love and magic comes from within our hearts, the spark lies within us to make a moment sparkle with magic. And so with that spark I shall transform the world I land on because my dreams are shared by other people and I will not let the rest of the world tell us that we believe in something wrong, just because we don’t think the same way they do.

As I  realize so, I feel a fresh breeze caress my face as I sit on the bench on the street, my steps are beginning towards the land I must be in, so I take a deep breath and start walking back home following the almost dying sun.