Renaissance

Reality struck my mind again.  The still life picture of my temple collapsed and lifeless. The stream of bodily fluids sprawled on the city sidewalk. Countless footsteps stomping past, cold like the cement down below. Heart too struck to answer his call, yet too unforgiving to forget about his mistake. The cinderblock world seems too feint at this point. That’s what occurs when you decide to open your castle walls, I suppose. Burnt by an iced apathy, decomposed by chronic depersonalization. Escapism becomes the best friend you’ve never had. Suddenly, a sympathetic soul stops and stares, shocked and broken by the spectacle. “Get off the ground, fool!” The white haired man yelled. Guess it wasn’t my night after all. He was 34 years of age, driven by his heart to find a better life for himself. He had no home; a lone wanderer finding disenchanted souls like mine and bringing them back to life. My guardian angel for the night. The one person who believed when those I gave my trust to fed my heart to the concrete jungle’s consuming ecosystem. As we parted ways, I looked back. The lone wanderer vanished into the black jungle.

Multiple trials have passed, multiple chances eroded. My essence has been in the same loop for what seems to be timeless at this point. Constantly on the search  for that eye opening moment, that luminescent pure soul, that humanistic answer to end all inherent evils in the world. It’s more than searching though. My soul craves for it. Is this what our existence comes down to? A constant cat and mouse of perpetual deception? I refuse to believe so, but the physical world has a way of ascertaining that reality. My mind constantly machinates a utopian state. Bright blue trees, deep pink skies. Fauna and flora living peacefully along one another and mutualism being the law of the land. Imagine a place where one could count on their brothers and sisters to lend that time, importance, and empathy to actualize the fantasy of the impossible. I’ve had enough time to imagine, now it’s time to create. Let us redefine love, friendship, dreams, and the like. Let us create the renaissance we envision. 

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8 comments

  1. Cristian · December 15, 2015

    I didn’t know how else to contact you . Please tell me you’re ok . I been so worried .

    I’m sorry ,
    -CM

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    • theboyfromipanema · December 15, 2015

      Cristian, I’m so sorry. My phone was stolen, there was no way we could have been in contact– it was my fault. I really want us to talk about everything that was said on Friday. I have a lot of explaining to do; I really don’t know where to start. Would you want to meet at some point tomorrow?

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      • Cristian · December 15, 2015

        I’m really happy I got in touch with you . And I’m so sorry . Yes can we please meet and talk tomorrow .

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      • theboyfromipanema · December 15, 2015

        Of course. When and where would you like to meet?

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  2. Cristian · December 15, 2015

    Im am working from home today . If you’re free would you like to get lunch or coffee ?

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    • theboyfromipanema · December 15, 2015

      Yeah, that sounds good. Would you want to meet at Gentle Brew at 5?

      Here’s the address:
      151 E Park Ave, Long Beach, NY 11561

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      • Cristian · December 15, 2015

        I’m running a few min late . Sorry should be there soon.

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  3. Cristian · December 15, 2015

    That sounds great ill see you then.

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