Untold stories lie within the vast expanse of our minds, constantly churning on the ocean of thought. The mysterious fisherman in his weather beaten boat goes out to sea to cast his line of thought, slowly reeling in his catch of the day. The unforeseen wonders that await bring a sparkle to the eyes of those who will witness what the fisherman has brought to shore in his vessel. He becomes an enchanter of words spinning a web of the most delicate nature to capture his audience in entranced awe. They become lost in the visions that are created. The visions seem to come from some secret river of dreams that flows from another dimension, which comes from somewhere we’ve always known but yet have never been.

How is it that so often we lose sight of what is really important and focus our energies on things that will give us no true satisfaction? How do we get back to the basics, to what really matters, and let me clarify by saying that material things are not of essence here. So what's important you ask?

Human connection, being able to express what is going on in our minds, not being afraid of what others will think. Being able to talk about things that are real and not about the sweet car you're getting or that 6 million inch HD TV. Seriously I don't care about the toys you're wasting your money on, can you honestly say that television is more satisfying than a conversation about life, our dreams, where we're going, what we believe in! If you're answer is yes, I'm sorry. I want to meet the thinkers, the dreamers, the realists, the philosophers, anyone who has a decent thought in their head or has ever had thoughts like these.

Have you forgotton how to be alone? How is sex considered missing someone? That's called you miss sex on a regular basis. You miss companionship and having someone. You can't move on till you find someone else, so you keep yourself stuck in the past. Why do you do this? I asked you once what were the great qualities of this person and all you could say was that they were really endearing. What does that mean? Don't settle! You're better than that, but then again, who really listens to advice. We get to say I told you so more often than not. I'm not one for listening to good advice either, I daresay I've hit my head against a few brick walls in my day. So in the end we leave each other to learn our own lessons and to waste time as we grow older setting the course for future disappointment.

Have you ever noticed that there are not just shadows? There are shadows within the shadows, the different layers of darkness. Like the veil of Hades bride who was claimed by the the darkness to live within the shadows of the Underworld. Shadows haunt us like lost souls trying find themselves, only they cannot come into a complete form. They dance in the moonlight under the stars in slow and liquid motion. They try to escape under cover of darkness but never fully do because they still remain shadows within the shadows.

If I had not left the house this morning, I would not be sitting at my desk pretending to work. When actually I am writing instead. My guess is that I would have slept till about 1:30 pm. Finally I'd decide that it was late in the afternoon and I should drag my lazy butt out of bed, but the pajamas would stay on unless for some reason I needed to leave the house. First thing I would do, besides a pit stop at the bathroom, would be to go into the office and stick my internet IV into my arm. You might say that I have a slight internet addiction. Which I don't see anything wrong with, it's not like it's PCP or Crack. Crack is Wack! Once I had gotten my fix, I might go into the basement to tackle the laundry that I had been pretending didn't exist for the past two weeks. Once the laundry was in the washer I might be sucked back into the gravitational pull of the internet. After a while my stomach might start speaking in garblisms or maybe even start eating itself. I would then know that it was time to eat. Here we hit a brick wall, because low and behold, the cupboards are bare and the refridgerator is full of condiments. Alas the luxury of wearing pajamas all day will not be mine!

Today I was at Sam's Club and there was a little girl there with her mother. She was holding onto a barbie with long multicolored hair. I briefly looked over at her and she looked like she was trying to hide her barbie for a second. Then I smiled, it sent me on a memory flashback of when I was younger and supposed to be to old to play with dolls. I think that I was around 10 at the time. My friend Jennie and I would go to each others houses and we'd play with our cabbage patch dolls but we'd put them in paper bags so that no one would see us walking down the road with them. I recall one time a boy named Jason rode his bike up to us and asked what was in the bags, "NOTHING!" we yelled and took off running. He must have thought we were crazy.

Who inspires me? Well to be honest I would have to say people who follow their dreams. People with enough guts to take a risk and come out on top. Those who are not afraid of what others will think of them. The way to the top can be a long rocky road, this I understand. It is very impressive the determination that they have and that even though they may become discouraged, they still push forward. It’s not just people that inspire me though, I would have to say that nature inspires me as well. The ocean can inspire me to write, a flower can inspire me to draw, and the sunshine can change my mood.

So I today I wasn't quite sure what to write. I decided to go to one of those websites that will give you a creative writing prompt. The prompt it gave me was; "If tears could speak to you, what would they say?" Well let me tell you what they would say.

They would not be translated into words. They would communicate in images of ethereal music, similar to the voices of angels. It would be somewhat foreign, although familiar to our ears. And only those who believe in what cannot be understood, will be privy to their mysterious language. The stories that they will share of emotion, are beautiful and sad, but very few will ever hear these tales. Those who do posses an otherworldly understanding and are a rare soul.

Sometimes we get caught in a time, or maybe it's a place, a moment, a second, or just something that maybe means something to us or maybe meant something, in a different place or time I don't know, maybe it made you smile for a sweet moment, and then reality came back crashing down in one harsh swoop. But for that moment it was real, it was beautiful, and at that time it was everything that you hoped for.

The echo of our past will catch us time and time again. This can be good or bad, sometimes there isn't even a definative line between the two. The past invades our dreams like a sweet forbidden fruit or a brooding storm cloud ready to strike with lightning. Sometimes we will believe that we can bring certain things from the past into our future by conveniently forgetting all the bad that existed, but unfortunately those things will resurface. Forgetting does not make them disappear. Let the dead lie in their graves... Open your eyes to the wonders that are being born before you and be reborn with them into the present.

Let's take a fantastical journey beyond the realm of thought, where light intermingles with wisps of the mysterious night, taking us to a place that is real and unreal. This lucid state of mind that exists here lets us explore what was previously unavailable in our reality. Your mind becomes a powerful instrument in your journey. Like a strange trip where everything has become inside out and upside down, you now possess the ability to fly and to bend time and space at will. So what do you choose to do, who will you meet, what figments of imagination will become real to you?

Our lives are made up of moments, and from moment to moment we experience beauty, love, sadness, the harsh truth, disguised lies, people passing from our realm, an epiphany, a wave of depression, pure bliss, hatred, honesty, deception, lust... There are so many levels of interwoven complexities in our everyday monotony that we sometimes forget about all these moments; because just as you blinked your eye the moment has gone.