On a blanket in the sun I drift far and wide. On this magic carpet of mine, I write my words as if they were the very essence of life itself. Perhaps one day I’ll write books that to some are considered magical. Perhaps the pages will pull them in, like a lasso around the moon gathered for that special someone who can make a heart beat in the most unusual of ways. Wiping my face with a towel, I take a cold can of cherry Coke from my satchel and down it in one gulp. The sky is blue with an odd wisp of cloud thrown in for good measure. I’m at one with nature and nature’s at one with me, and although there will come a time when my bones will be the only thing that’s left, for now at least, it feels as if there’s a secret language slowly revealing itself, and the longer I spend beneath the sky and walk among the trees, the closer I come to understanding this language that speaks to my soul in a way nothing else has ever done. If I can master this language, and if I can write words with a magic heart, then people will see I have a heart of my own, and that I’m someone worth loving after all. Lighting a cigarette, I blink the sweat from my eyes. The world dissolves then comes back again. The smoke burns my lungs, and with the sun beating down on my bare chest, my body feels alive and dead at the same time. I’m on the outside, and yet I exist in the breeze, and in the dreams of others just like me. Those sweet, dangerous dreams that dance around my head like stars in a cartoon my infant self once consumed so feverishly.
A Journal for Damned Lovers UK
A Journal for Damned Lovers US
Categories: Lucid
Author S. K. Nicholas 
This is beautiful
So pleased you think so, C x
Nice I like this.
I’m very glad that you do 🙂
Very Lovely
Thank you!
We’re all, looking for that moment that draws us in in life, and, sometimes, it’s hard to find, because we live in chaos every single minute of every single day, but every now and then, we’re able to, cast the rest of the outside world away, and just, be one, with ourselves, and we are able to, find that peace that we’d been looking for for so very long…
To find that moment of clarity is something that so often eludes even the most strong willed of us. But to find it is the game changer. It breaks the ice for sure.
I love to write in the outdoors, andI liked your blanket being your magic carpet. Dream away. Beautiful write.
Thank you ever so much my friend. So glad you enjoyed it 🙂 x
A wonderfully descriptive piece!
Thank you my friend! 🙂
I missed reading your work. It feels wonderful to rediscover it after so long. Much love.
I count myself honoured you stopped by for a read, my friend 🙂 xx
I hope to make my visits more frequent. xx
Whatever you can manage is fine with me 🙂 xx
I don’t comment much, but I do lurk and this is just a friendly reminder of how beautiful I think your work is. They always evoke such powerful emotions. “… and that I’m someone worth loving after all” was my favorite part. Those are insecurities I haven’t touched in a few months, and to read someone that goes through the same thing makes the world seem a little friendlier somehow.
I appreciate you lurking 🙂
And I appreciate you taking the time to share with me your words. Such insecurities are so often kept bottled up, but like you, I find they make the world a better place.