A Deeper Conscious

Perhaps more a short story than a poem? You decide. :)

“Perhaps we should spend some time apart” I say.. knowing that all I truly want is the freedom to explore the deepest crevices of life. “It’s not that I don’t love you.. I do, I just think it’s okay to spend a little time alone” I manage to blurt out, knowing the argument that is soon to come. “Oh, please don’t force your will upon me, some nights I just feel its in our better interests to miss one another.” The words pierce with an unintended ferocity. “Please, you must understand.. we all have needs, and you satisfy a very important one.. but sometimes too much of a good thing can be bad.” I don’t quite know that I believe myself at this point, but I stick to my guns, I hold true to how I feel. “I promise, I will be back tomorrow around this time and we will spend all night together.” Now getting up, readying to leave for the night, I turn and say.. “Tomorrow night we will catch up, just some nights creativity is better found without sleep, the levels of consciousness we are able to attain when we are neither here nor there are just not accessible while in dream. My dearest sleep, I will return to you tomorrow eve, but for this night I must retreat to my studio where I will persevere and create.” 

Reviews

[Angela]

an absolutely compelling read. I get it. Create while the mood strikes, infinitely more important and life-giving than sleep. Lovely job

[Celeste21]

This was great. At first I thought this was a conversation between you and a woman. A happy surprise toward the end. I like the dual quality of this piece because it reads well on both levels. It's harder to write this way but very well done.

[M.J.Grace]

I have read this over and over, you know how to put it so perfectly... I am sooo on the same page.