WriteMyke

I had a dream the other night that I had no eyes. I couldn’t get over that image. The feeling was panic mixed with shock, yet overall, it was uncanny. It was so mystifying, in fact, that I spent the whole day being revisited with vivid flashbacks. It wasn’t as if my eyes were seemingly airbrushed away from my appearance. I had open cavities on my face. Disturbing. I could even recall the feeling of cool air pressing itself within the center of my head much like a breeze crossing over your eyes. The event was so astounding that I found it gripping my attention sporadically throughout my day. I never even stopped to ask myself how I saw myself with no eyes. Peculiar how a dream that was holding my subconscious captive all day could stall thought like a rhetorical question when seen at a different angle. Rather than why, but, now, how? I saw myself in a mirror. I know that; I remember seeing that. I know that I shouldn’t consciously ponder what my subconscious does, I doubt that’...

It was a vivid image of intrinsic exaggeration, a frozen portrait of fluidity. Time did more than stand still; it ceased. Consciousness spiraled to an immense point of absence. There was no flooding luminance, no tunnel. One could say nothing existed and would fail to be ingeniously knowledgeable as opposed to saying entirety inexisted deeming one relentlessly axiomatic. However, the infinite void allowed the putrefying nothingness to consume perception into a bath of irrelevance, an infantile state of futile quiescence. Sans everything; it was an abyss of supreme nihility, a simplistic loop of nil. Suddenly there was sound. A distinct oscillation of a reverberated frequency resulting to an omniscient humming that numbly struck awareness like a chord. Then, like accosting winter as it hints insidiously into summer through the fingers of fall, I felt a flickering rime seep into conception. Next, a name was repeatedly called with a quiet overture of playground-style banter lofti...

So, I was in Boston for St. Patrick’s Day a little over a week ago and I fell in love with the city. I had an awesome time and I will be posting a blog of my adventure soon. However, this blog is about something else. It’s about the fact that I finally solidified something about me: I feel more alive within or in close proximity of a large city and I, one day, plan to relocate to a large city. I once, with large intent, planned, articulated, and set in motion a movement to, uh, move to Miami after a short vacation to visit a friend that lived in the area. I still have a Miami area code actually. Yet, due to unforeseen circumstances I still live in Charlotte and, in hindsight, I’m glad. I’ve put some serious consideration into moving to Chicago as well. I have family up there and I absolutely dig it’s vibe as well. My recent trip to Boston left a similar internal passion to set up a change of scenery. And, we can’t forget the lingering pull to head back towards my home-front, Seattle...