Day 54: The Unimaginable Find

Three to one is the score scorned in red paint on this cold metal door; adoring its raw face and half-handle now wore. Slightly ajar, I open it more. Walking in and looking out for light, the air warms and takes form in my chest as a swarm of sun. Some of the drapes still up, but torn and enough of a reminder to rewind me back to when this dream was born.

Fast forward to now, as I stand before this dark room, ruined floors of worried wood under a ceiling still wet from the storm. Deformed and defaced are the walls of this place, erased of their story which lived in the shine of their paint. Once red, now black of grime, I wipe away the mold and result of time. An image appears – a sign – that makes me step back and opens my eyes. I try to fall back in as it pulls me in. Inwards and backwards I escape through the low way, now high and away as I soar and fly. Another encounter with The Unimaginable Find.

Remember the good times,
Julian