On a quiet day.

Written December 23rd 2010.


I had been thinking, and a caped figure appeared.
In no way did it threaten me, or question my wellbeing.
It merely was, and I quietly accepted this new found fact,
Shrugged it off and let it be, the way you would new information in Geography.

"You've been dreaming", it said after a time, and without looking toward it, I responded quite blandly;
"I have, yes."
In it's presence, I felt rather calm, collected, quite happy for a for a figure to simply watch as I went about my average business. It broke up the day, I suppose, gave me a little more to think about.
"Responding promptly after anger is not always wise", the figure relieved. I wondered briefly what this figure may look like, if it were male or female, old or young.
As it spoke next, this appeared not to matter.
"Occasionally you will feel a pain in your right wrist, whilst the pain is not normal, the cause has become so. I understand you are confused as to whether or not you are falling in love and also in to the wondering of those passed on having ever been in your life at all. You will write, and not many will read. You will see your day times through white misted glasses, occasionally filtering through a gold haze. You will see more nights than days."
He stopped promptly, he had not moved whilst reciting his words, though he had swayed gently. I didn't really look toward him, more around him, as if the choice was not mine to do so.
There was a brief spell of quiet once more, in which neither of us did much of anything. The caped figure's presence began to grow cold, a similar feeling to one you recieve when you realise something you enjoy is coming to an end.
"Oh and, the face you recognised in a video long since made?".
I then looked toward the face of the caped figure.
"You did know him, and you will".