Death of a Dreamer

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Death of a Dreamer

         It was obvious vandals had already made fun of their plunder. The open holes that once held panes in the office door now only bear a few shards and broken bits still clinging to their rightful place and as I step through the doorway I can hear their brothers cracking beneath my soles. Upon first glance I thought I was in for a bore. Papers and brochures scattered about the room with empty forties and cheeto bags. Sitting behind the desk in a chair once occupied, in my imagination, by a melancholy young dame in her 20’s. I stare at the dust covered keys of the old Remington… Pondering just how far we’ve come… From typewriters to keyboards, wooden inboxes to virtual… never would this young dame worry about spam; her only worries would be of ink ribbons and the paper upon which they tapped. And as I was day dreaming of the daily preponderances of death that crossed her desk my dreaming was interrupted with a profound BANG… BANG… It raised quite the shiver not knowing the origin so I continued… stepping into the next room to found only more bore… but then turning to my right I saw mere gold to my eyes… A headstone stood on its upside facing me in the foreground and in the back a door exclaiming “Enter at your own risk” and asking “WHICH ONE” of the doors I may choose. Cabinets and chairs strewn about with a lovely sign explaining, “All Christmas flowers removed after March.” Oh, how nice of them. Miss Mary Alice Parker’s headstone stood staring blankly at me and all I could do was wonder… “Is she dead yet…” Not in the sense that it is my desire… but out of mere curiosity I wondered… is there stone to be chiseled before me. Morbid yes… but a just contemplation. So then I decided to take the risk set before me and choose my path… Oh which door to choose for now they have left me to choice…  and the left door I chose… and upon opening it I was struck nearly dead… for that was the prophecy sprayed in big red letters upon the wall before me…. “JOE WILL DIE” And so I will…. One day, any day, it will happen. Not on my own accord but on the accord of this world… It happens… one day the prophecy will be fulfilled. I stood staring at my future, a future of death, and wondered when… If we could know when, what would we do? Would it make a difference? Would we work just as hard or push even harder knowing the span in which we had to accomplish all the dreams that have saturated our minds? Or would we come to realize how unattainable these dreams really are and wake up to reality understanding what is possible? I waste my days dreaming… but if I knew… would I actually wake up… or would I continue with my dazed gaze? It’s a question of what there is to accomplish and what is accomplishable and only the former is in our control it seems. We can designate what there is but it’s harder to designate what will be. As hard as we may work it seems that there will always be something working harder against us trying to drag us to the ground… take us down square by square, peg by peg, only to leave us out in the cold rain of failure. Thus comes reality. Thus comes the notion that perhaps not only are we dreamers but we are idiotic dreamers…. Foolish with our notions that one day it will all be… reality. And suddenly a gust blew through the empty holes that once held glass and behind me the BANG sounded off once more. The door had slammed shut and in a seconds time a second gust flew it open once more… and this continued. And I continued. Wondering. Sitting in the corner of my room of prophecy as the door flew open and slung close with every howl of wind that made its way through the useless windows and empty corridors.  It was majestic… It was unlike anything I have yet witnessed. And thus I fell in love… and with my exit they raised yet another question upon the corridor wall… asking me “Do you like death?”