Gah come on man! Breathe & pull it together. Let's not overreact & dwell, but let's get our shit together. Look at this mess. You have parts mixed up all over the place. Don't get all emotional & start to feel bad & cry, please... I will say that once more: Please.... do not break down. Clearly, you have hit a plateau. & you know the remedy for this....
We need to explore, get up & move about. The time for conceptualizing, dreaming & sleeping ...absolutely must come to an end. You can be so much more... You can do so much more. But first you must wake up. It is time for action. You need to get up. This implies much trial & error. There are no shortcuts around this. You will experience failure & you will continue through it. You cannot sit here, like some strategist, pooling all of your earnings & time into one plan ..whether it be a masterful one or not. In the end, you only sit & plan because fear weighs you down into that throne you sit upon. Stand!
You may run towards your dream. You may certainly move towards your goal, your vision... But the time for dreaming itself
...is now over. You are bored. You need more...
Hop you foolish grasshopper! ...While you are able.... Before it is too late... I'd take you by the shoulders if I could & just shake you till you understood ..till it all sunk in like treasure.
Hop! ----Turn your legs into catapults, damnit!
...Just as you have already done so with your mind..
Don't cry about it, please.... Just do this..
Focus. Let everything else... fade.
"Hawks migrate you know? & force of wind can be a large & pesky variable, little brother. Sometimes the things you believe will propel you into the right direction ---- actually end up pushing you off course. Sometimes the invisible... will pull you elsewhere, regardless of wherever it was ...you.. had in mind.
The invisible.... can be reckless, unforgiving, ..uncaring; however, Lady Luck has always smiled for me. I've always been devil-may-care, as it has always felt right to be so. That is.. to play the role of the wildcard, & to be given a supernatural sort of sight, which has led me through the Piano Key Seas....
Come to think of it... That was my mistake: failing to avoid large bodies of water. Those gusts out there.... in the middle of all the waves. I should have flown 'round the coastline, instead. Those damn gales...!"
He pauses & adjust his silver spectacles: They look as if they come from somewhere far away or were crafted in a time long before his day or age.
"But I navigated a way... I listened. I truly listened & ...Voila!
Here-I-am: The Hawk, the Wildcard, the Raptor ..the Rock & Rolla...."
So fear not-for the Garden, or for anything, little brother. Fate
has brought me back ..to be the one who saves this place before
you come-to out of dreams & sleep.... to do all of what I do, now,
all over again.."
He then proceeds to take the city by its metaphorical hand & wrist,
& pull the drowning-ship--of-a-nation -- incl. his sleeping brother --
up from the waking grip of the Hollow. He had tacked the wind
ten-thousand times ..& then some; he would now tug o' war
This piece is unfinished, but inspired. Working title & everything.
Thank you all. All my love.
Also, for clarification: This is a scene in a prequel I suppose you can call it. It is still all abstract to even myself, but I will word it plainly as to make it easy to understand. Please forgive the lack of polishing:
There is a city named Garden in later stories. It is protected by a few heroes. Here, it is being saved by this hawk-hero BEFORE any of those few heroes have taken up a name or anything yet. One of those heroes, is this hawk-guys younger brother who is in a state of 'torpor,' asleep. I am not sure what I am going to do with this hero yet. I may have his story go untold, at least within 'his world' thereby conveying how some heroes are 'comically doomed' in a sense to do all of the work, & receive not one shred of credit for it. We shall see. Apologies for the repost and all this explaining. Will sort all of this out one day when I have the time. I do promise that.
Working title for now.
You're not kind...
You're not taking the time..
...to understand my feelings.
You're being sympathetic.
You pity me; you recognize
something about me that ...you
can relate to. (...You're selfish.)
You see the problem, but not the victim.
You feel sorrow, but not me. (You don't know me.)
You only see yourself; & you don't even know yourself,
for your whole-self could be oh-so-much more...
This is not to be targeted at anyone. Only thoughts.
Use your anger.
What happens when you become angry?
Everything ..speeds up. ...So use it.
That is the first thing I suggest you do.
Get mad! Say you're angry. Scream it!
& then.... Hold it! Don't go red.
...W-i-e-l-d it, instead. Use it... & now ...take a step.
& now another.... One more. Keep going now,
it fuels you. You're moving... all on your own
because you've learned to use it.
Look at yourself. ..You warrior,