My Travels around Rock Bottom

Sometimes I hit rock bottom, it is the deep part of the ocean. The water in the ocean is removed by a dream, what the dream commands happens in the many scenarios of the heart, it is not real. Rock bottom is imposed upon me by other people. Other people seem to guide me through a landscape of spider’s webs. They are spiders trying to herd their prey into deep water canyons. I must put the ocean back and swim to the surface. As I rise upon the surface I surface into an ancient Egyptian city centre. There are temples, palaces, pyramids and fragments of the sun are on sale in the market. There are men painting the image of a Pharaoh on the walls. Groups of wealthy families stop and stare at me and then become stone.

Author: blackbird212012

I am interested in multimedia work: songwriting, art, and creative writing. I have been involved also in theatre and music performances.

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