LOST within REALITY LOST within REALITY by Nicholas c Caldwell "LOST within REALITY" is a story with a wide variety of metaphorical parallel universes of reality. Try not to be confused with which one is real. Attempt to discover the truth behind which one really is reality. Everything is linked and connected, the question is to what it is linked and connected to. That is the meaning of this story. Try not to overthink it. ************************************************************************* THE TELLING CHOICE I am a boy and I am lost. To understand with what is not reasonable. To comprehend the unknown, and to reason with the non-understanding ones. When they ask me, when I am lost. To tell them the lies, or to stray them into the frey. To decide with no question to decide upon. I am a boy, and I am lost. Iv'e been lost for awhile now. The other day I found myself lost within a forest. A Black Forest. Skies of raining ash shatter down into tears of diseased water. I listen, closing my eyes. I feel the world around me, and I understand. Questionless. Powerless. Fearless. Meaningless. But still I feel, and I know what it all means. So when they ask me, when I am lost. I will tell them truth. Tell them of the beautiful white covered trees. Tell them of the cold streams of pure water. They will feel. They will see. They will listen. They will understand. THE MACHINE I am a boy, a machine. I can feel the gears grinding, the shifts tightening. Broken metal drifting to the floor. I am a boy, a machine. I am trapped by barricaded doors. Shears of glass formed into an eye. Burning oil filling my veins. As I bow to the gods, screws and bolts escape my body. Knee caps implode gravitationalessly. I am scrap. I am broken. Disposed into the indispensable. Melting away into the frey. Burning into eternity. THE REACHING TRAIN I awake inside of misty grey clouds. Dew amongst my pail white skin. It boils up into to steam. I see the temp astute rise. The particles amongst me begin to hiss as they run. Run as fast as they can. Now i am trapped on the front of a train. The warmth of the head lights singeing the hairs on the back of my legs. Duck tape covered over me. The tracks rushing past my toes. Tunnel lights passing like a rushing street of a sextillion cars. Screaming into the soundless. Bugs imploding amongst my teeth. Suddenly, the tracks deteriorate into faint, monochromatic clouds. I am falling. Amongst me is metal and torn seats. Steel rails soaring around me. Millions of bits colliding together. We are falling. Feeling the thick, black smoke rise to the top of our hairs. Sinking to the Earth like a burning meteor. The fire crawls around our bodies. Our speed begins to calmly grow to a halt. Almost as if I am a feather swifting to the floor. Inches away from grass and soil. Slow motion swallowing the world. I see an ant slugging round on a leaf with a broken leg. Everything is right in front of me. I feel the loving homeliness of the Earth rising into my cold, dew, pale skin. Only if I could just reach out and touch the dirt with the skin of my finger, but I'm to busy fixed onto this familiar ant as he slowly dies. Then the wind picks up, almost as if it's a hissing train. I rise up, loosing hope. All of me has been lost. All that is left is an individual ash. Only if I could have just reached out. AWAKENING INSIDE DREAMS I am a boy. I have awoken. I rest upon a coal ground. My body is cloaked in silky blackness on a neighborhood street, looping inside an endless black whole. The stars around me. Floating amongst the darkness of space. A sort of pond of elephant tears. I am smiling amongst the careless. Dreaming amongst the sleepless. TELEKINESIS The blankets of grass and autumn leaves comfort my body, as all the stone pebbles around me float inches above the dirty soil. My hair intertwined with strands of grass. I lie, motionless. The stones begin to rumble, shivering ferociously. My eyes close tightly as I grit my teeth. Hundreds of rocks around me shatter equally into twelve pieces, hovering in perfect spheres above Earths crust. The wind begins to stir within the treetops. The branches begin dancing hectically. The bark sharply rips of the trees. Frozen in space, inches from the surface of their homes. Only leaving strands of dirt and dissected ants in between the air. Everything is calm, the wind dies down. The stones and bark give in to gravity. It is only me. I listen to the silent world. I feel nothing but the beat of my heart.but then I begin to think. Stop here and stand. Breathing. Forgetting all the world. Leaving the coldness. The moons before you, burning into white flames. The dark shivering ocean swelling whole the world you use to know. Everything deletes off into whiteness... BREAKING LOOPS TOGETHER & FOREVER My eyes calmly flicker open. I can feel the warmth of the sun rise upon the skin of my face. The white sheets rest around my body as I become weightless. Birds tweeting begin to sound rather faint as my mind droops off into a soothing thought. Within the emptiness of my mind, I find her. Her skin against mine. Her heart against mine. The warmth of the morning sun lays upon us, almost like a soft sheet straight from the dryer. My fingertips brush up against her skin, as do my lips. Everything in my mind fades away, and everything seems almost perfect. Her soft hair between my fingers, the smell of her around me, the warmth of her body. Everything seems almost perfect, but nothing is ever perfect. My eyes flicker open, as I once again feel the warmth of the sun rise upon the skin of my face. The white sheets rest around my body as I become weightless. Birds tweeting begin to sound rather faint as my mind droops off into a soothing thought.

The Misunderstood The Misunderstood By Nicholas c Caldwell Humans like hogs. Blood upon bones. Death upon #life. Sticks and stones. Lost within the limbo. The touch of her skin keeps my sanity. I am a conflagration, for yet I sin again and again. I am an animal, a beast within. The ash is cold and the skies call upon me. To become with the soil and wash with the sea. I shall spoil thy love, And beside she up above. #life like #life. Love upon rest. Peace upon heart. Smiles and bless.

LEARN TO THINK LEARN TO THINK By Nicholas c Caldwell Think of a thought that could occur into a happening. An idea that could reoccur into a misshapening. Think with statuesque, but believe with flinty. An idea that floats about and gloats within serenity. Denial of justice and love with revenge. A home within a mind that is about to give. Try not to overthink meaningless words. Pop the bubble that blinds you from the intellectual birds. Words are lies and thoughts are truths. Watch the fire burn that is long past due. A mind is a gift, but we do not know how to think. #life is a game that we do not know how to play. To think of one as insane perhaps they have just learned how to play the game. So wander past the screen and think within your screams. Let the fire burn within you and watch the tables turn. This is your game. Learn how to think.

INTELLECTUAL BIRDS INTELLECTUAL BIRDS By Nicholas c Caldwell The world goes by as a blur to a young lady as she runs into the unknown. Her world begins to burn as the skies tear down into ash. A torn and ripped denim jacket reveals her inked skin. One foot after another as her black combat boots come crashing down into a muddy puddle. A red bandana whistles in the rush of the air as it bundles her hair together. To see the world in her own eyes and runaway from sorrows escaping into happiness. Red lipstick and smeared eye liner deteriorates the face as an old cigarette rests above a pierced ear. The cool air of the woods sings to her in a calming voice as she runs. The world begins to pause. The chaos begins to die, and the girl comes to a resting halt. All the world is silent, and she listens. There is nothing but the rustling trees and the tweeting birds. Before her, a Blue Jay appears from a fallen branch. It stares at her in a peculiar look as the young girl stares back. The Blue Jay begins to call out into the world. The young woman lets out a small laugh as she looks at the mud beneath the boots. This is where she stands, surrounded by a lush, green, free world. For once in her #life, she actually feels at home with her self, and she smiles.

Through Empty Windows Through Empty Windows By Nicholas c Caldwell A scarlet red butterfly with a broken wing will crawl away from cold skin that which a white blanket keeps warm. A dead body covered in white snow. A young boy rests upon the Earths bed while the red butterfly stains the path from which it travels. His blood sinking into the snow. A toy iron truck lies broken within the palm of the boys hand. A fallen golden star crashes into the pond of the red butterfly. The shimmering shell casing melting deeper and deeper into the redness. The boy has drifted away from the world and now sees reality as he pleases. An unbearable truth hiding behind his perception.