sneak peek

Clearly, she sees what the world intends to be. But what she seeks, the clarity she searches for, is just beyond her vision.  

Can she wipe her eyes; can she scrape a layer of haze away and it reveal the one she hopes to rest her eyes upon? 

Or, is it forever disguised as a possibility and in fact a never-ending tease?

Hope can only hold her for so long.

With nowhere to turn for an answer of any kind, she desperately clinches her belief that she can't be wrong.  In a world where truth is a constant illusory mirage of a destination, it feels that her course is limited anyway, in the attempt to find what exists in a real- not practical, not proven, not pragmatic way, but in a purely relevant, revelatory, and renascent way.  Real is the word she searches for.

Real is the word she defeats and defies, as is.

Real is more than a word.

Real is more than a world.

Real is       .

What exactly?

She searches on, with hope and with fervor and with the resourcefulness she was born with as a compass and shield.  The sky's code must be broken.  And the air must be opened, like a curtain call- show the cast and crew hidden backstage helping to produce the show called life.

"I spare my props, I shed my costume, I throw my lines to the side.  My character is bare."

She declares.

She cares not about the applause from this audience that could be imaginary. And she dismisses the hisses they call out.  They are ghosts of a bad dream.

Bum, bum, bumbum-

Drum rolls and drum beats-

Reveal-

Real.

We meet. 

...Just a sneak peek.  An excerpt.  Please, please tell me your thoughts. :)