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Glass is beautiful, it shines from all corners when any light touches it, it can beam to lead and illuminate. Becoming glass brings success.


I want to become glass, but how?


A grain of sand. It starts it’s life surrounded by millions of others. Surrounded by all of the thoughts and dreams, now realizing itself what it wants to become. It wants to be great, it wants to go further, it wants to shine.


A single grain with a burning ambition wades it’s way through the desert, it travels far and wide working it’s hardest. It reaches the surface only to see as far as from the east to the west and from the north to the south – all is the same.


Blue, sadness and anxiety seeping through from all angles like rain drops crashing. The splashes throw it around like waves throwing fisherman across the lake.


The storm has set and each grain is unsettled, being upset and violent in a desert of clones. Knowing this full well our friend falls, he wants his time in the sun but where does he even start. There is too many in this world.


The storm rages on in his mind.


He sits down and looks at a reflection and hears the words burning;


‘Here I stand, not by choice, but by the way made by me. The ones that could also be here outnumber the sands of the Sahara.


‘However they will never be born, they will never know because none of them believe they can. All I know is that they are wrong. Among these are great ones greater than us, who are on the front line of this world, how dare we suppress these individuals.


‘Let them burn brighter than the sun.’


The storm grows, the eye draws near.


Now I understand, now I know. I, as tiny grain of sand going through all of this, must now go through the pain. I must be scorched and burned. I must be thrown in the fire and I must go through all the pain and suffering.


I am at peace with this.


When sand goes through all of this, when it goes through stress day by day and has it’s soul scorched and burned what happens?


It changes form and becomes glass.


That little grain of sand has now, after it’s hard work and all the trials he has had to go through, has achieved the goal.


Realize; glass doesn’t form without having gone through hell first.


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Do not copy this. © Copyright Michael Williams 2016

– Michael.

Dreams Cast.

Distance and loneliness can affect someones mind, it can pierce through the rays of imagination and burn your ambition. Knocking on the door to your thoughts, it’s the memories of the dream you have now distanced yourself from.

Even though you know you’ve never seen it before, the dream still lingers around like a faint cloud at the back of your mind. It feels so familiar and perfect yet you don’t know what it is, you try so hard to remember what it could be, make out the image in your mind but all you see is light. That light that you see every night when you’re asleep brings warmth, like the warm feeling of fire.


Can you remember what you used to plan, with your friends? Can you remember sailing away into the sunrise? Riding on the waves of feeling that were oh so comforting. Together, with all the confidence in the world, you arrive at the rolling grassy slopes that you once knew before it was so lush. Running your fingers through the long grass you take your mind back to the first time – the beginning.

Ten years ago, a time where the trees were still young, the land was recovering from the floods. You sit there in the spot you always find to relax, leading your head back, watch the clouds and reminisce the days when you were excited to come here, how it felt like home, when it felt like family.

Travelling together felt like there was nothing else in the world, the lake with the geese, the bay with the rainbow sands or even spending the nights roaming streets in darkness with deadly statues watching. None of that mattered, we were irresistibly indestructible.

I long to go back to those days.

But now the creek now runs deeper, everything is no longer brown and the space next to you is empty. It used to be filled by the world, the world that you leaned on. Something you never thought you would give up even if the whole universe collapsed. But it happened, your universe collapsed, the world ended and here you are, left standing with fires all around you leaving the dark hole in your heart to grow.

Taking a deep breath you cast back, sitting under the stars, watching and writing stories in your mind linking them to the many stars above you. You remember how you used to defeat monsters in the streets, how you used to chase the block and ride the wind to just catch a faint smile. It was worth it, for the snowy nights.

Now these days are spend remembering back to when it was good. Time changes everything and everyone. Today has not one thing that is as it was back then.

You’ve seen people come and go, you’ve seen the happy grow sour, you’ve seen them come through with new, golden intentions, only to leave innocent destruction in their wake. When you get blamed for the wrong things in life from people that pass by, you realize that the truth of the matter; you were there at the start, the beginning of it all and to read it through painful eyes, you will be the only one left at the end.

‘Feeling lonely and content, at the same time.’ 


Even with all of the harsh experience, even with all of the weight of bearing scars of a scorched soul, here you are, making it. You are here pushing against the current of the world because  you know that you did not get this far or go through said pain by letting it knock you down. Here you stand tall, even if there is no one beside you, the point is you’re here.

Now you can cast your dreams, cast it out to touch their hearts. The words are powerful and carry meaning, it takes someone special to translate the meanings of poetry or writing and use it to fuel their thoughts.

This has been lingering in my mind, once again the far off lands call to me to get lost in, to adventure and explore to find myself and meditate on the things that I could become.

Find your place and recharge, and come back twice as strong to deal with the world. Take the uneven trade for the real world and use it.

This feeling is most likely going to be misread and misinterpreted however I know the meaning, this is my dream cast.

Thank you for reading this!

Questions? Email me at: myimaginariumblog@gmail.com

Do not copy this. © Copyright Michael Williams 2016

– Michael.

Ashed Lands.

Hey everyone,

So lately things have been back and forth, When you think you know something about some one and it turns out that you knew nothing at all. it makes you feel pretty sick in side especially after all the memories that you build with that person. Which leads me to this, I wrote this picturing the place I got to escape the world, well one of them anyway. I hope you like this and I hope that you always be careful with who you open yourself up to.

Ashed Lands~

As I return once more, returning the call. I find my one home sanctuary has been destroyed. Burnt by the fires that burned below, and then showered with grey snow from hell. There is no trees, only the burnt trunks where they used to stand so tall. As I walk I recognize different places that I had once dwelled in or visited. The change one event can create is devastating. Why must my land be destroyed, my sanctuary, my own world, my place of safety? The one place that I could count on to run away to, has been covered in a blanket of ash. The red mountain has spewed up its innards all over my fantasy world. As I walk through the once dense forest, I begin to see a new beauty though, I see new seeds growing, sprouting from the ash. It reminds me that even if my world can be destroyed,  it will always rise again and become even more beautiful.


Things change over the years. My once sacred place is in the past now. I hear the calls to return, though I cannot go back. What’s in the past must stay in the past. A new generation of snow has come and I’ll love it just the same. I have many good memories in all of the lands behold in front of you, but I cannot return from whence I have been.

Time heals wounds but there are just some things that time cannot erase.

Will I find the secret stash hidden behind the log? Will I sit and drink mead with the locals as they tell me stories of the frozen lands and icy capped mountains? Will I go spear fishing in the gaps between the frozen sea? Will I converse with the spirits of the land as I give thanks for the prey that supplied my hunt? Of course I will. I lay back in my hammock and look at the stars and two moons and think about all the adventure I’ve had here and where I will be in the future. I will not give this up, how could I? It fuels my imagination and allows me to be myself without consequence. No one can take this away from me.

Never live your life without an escape, otherwise you will be living in stress and restlessness. Find your place, find your haven.

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Do not copy this. © Copyright Michael Williams 2014

– Michael.