-Silent Blue Death

[Words to Image. When an image grabs your attention and you let your mind wander, this is what happens. I create the story based on what I see. This is what I saw. Enjoy]

I visited the place I normally go when I wish to create a story. What I found there was disturbing. Oftentimes, my thoughts are somewhat hazy, resulting in poor mental visibility. I sit and stare at my random image and listen. I listen intently, never forcing a thought. It must come naturally. Because when I feel like I am, I back away and discard any and all thoughts pertaining to this image and these words, for a time, possibly later. If it speaks to me but then quiets to the point I have to push, I walk away. The voice dies and so does the story. I have had moments where I have experienced dual deaths, back-to-back. Why? Why was I drawn to it but then witnessed its death? I do not know. Only to be pulled into a 3rd voice, and give it complete life, write, click, post. Was I too anxious for the prior two? I do not know.

So, today, I ventured through my saved-for-later images. Stories in limbo, waiting for the moment they sing their way to the forefront for my words. And this one spoke to me.

My feet stood in the earth's wet pathway, between the fallen trees, each representing the many in-waiting stories trying to have their voices heard. I waited and listened for the chosen one. One spoke but then began to die out, quickly. It dimmed to the point that I was forced to allow its demise. And then another spoke. It sang and sounded beautiful, almost angelic. I listened and heard my words begin to form and make their way from ear to mind though torso on its way to be born by fingertips. Then death. I buried them both and waited.

And then, I met the reason. The Destroyer of Creativity made itself known to me. I've felt it but never laid eyes upon it. I stood in silence as it approached and threatened to steal every voice from them. It vowed to rob my mind of all sound and leave me with simple abstract pictures that desired no life. A hollow shell of space is what it promised me. Despite its horrific stature, dominating eyes, and sheer presence, I remained unshakeable. I knew where I stood and what was around me. He attempted to convince me that each fallen story was destined to die and rot before my very eyes, but I believed in them. I knew that all they needed was an imagination to give them life. They existed because of an imagination, and their stories could be told by another imagination. I ... believed in them. The Destroyer warned me to turn and retreat. It warned me that a failure to fear its exalted authority would result in an immediate and permanent death to all in-waiting. I chose to battle.

I used its negative force to power their voices. One by one, they each began to speak. The Destroyer shot its blue death at them but still, they sung. Never before had they all fought in unity. Always to be heard as the loudest for the picking. Today, they fought as one, to be preserved, each willing to forgo their own stories in order to suppress annihilation. Today, they fought to win. And did. Their voices overcame as long as I listened. The Destroyer fled into the very darkness it attempted to create. I feel it is not forever. Just until it senses a moment when life blurs my thoughts. If it senses my falter, I'm sure it will return and confront me. But today ... today it gave me the very means to defeat it. And I will again.

Think on.

Think big.

Think deep.

Create.

And live.

Embrace your own mind before the Destroyer kills it all. Just listen.

[It only takes 15-20 minutes for me to create a voice from a picture. That voice feeds my creative desire. That food enriches my soul. If you enjoyed my words, please Like, Comment, and Share so someone else might enjoy. Consider Following me and enjoy my future stories.]